She decides to go to the marketplace

"Well," said Cynder, tucking on her jewelry, "I've been meaning to guy myself bigger jewelry ever since these started feeling tighter if late.''

"Wonderful!" Said Ember with glee, "Then its settled, we are going shopping!''

Cynder wanted to protest, say it wasn't a big deal and she really should get back to the training room. However, she'd barely finished her meal when Ember hauled her off and down the hill to the Warfang's market.

The day was nice with a slight chill in the air and heavy clouds overhead that hinted at the possibility of rain later, but for the time being the market was wide open as vendors sat under canvas covered stalls and called out their wares from all sides.

Cynder was not usually a fan of the marker, mostly because of the looks she got. While Spyro had vouched for her and the Elders had forgiven her, she still got the occasional nasty glare from folks who remembered her as a tyrant under Malefore's dark magic.