Behooved.

Some shameless notation: Before I started, I TRAWLED the internet for references on Avalar's fauns and satyrs, and Elora's never-defined past. I found this great site, . that gave me a great insight to timeline and events before Ripto's Rage in Avalar. I will be using the historical timeline there, and also the Council of Avalar as citied on the Geography page about Autumn Plains. Do give it a read.

The following is the first, tentative steps into something that I'm not sure what it is. I need all the help I can get, suggestions on story progression, or slaps across the knuckle to make me stop committing sacrilege.

be·hoove

v. be·hooved, be·hoov·ing, be·hooves

.To be necessary or proper for: It behooves you at least to try.

.To be necessary or proper.

Chapter 1: Thirty CC's of Vacation- Stat!

Elora wasn't one to sit and sulk; as we've already established, her Obsessive Compulsive desire to get things in order forbid her from pouting. But as she sat through meeting after endless meeting between Breeze Builders and Zephyrians, she formulated a half-fancy in her mind to drop pen and treaty and beat it into the dragon worlds and track that little purple monster down and out herself to him. Maddened, idle thoughts such as these were never far from her. Even in Colossus, when she went to try and meditate out her frustration, all she could do was work. She ended up overseeing the repair of the roof of the temple, and arranged for some, err, less squeamish folk to help scrape the yeti from under the statue.

Would she ever get a confounded break? How did Spyro manage to save so many worlds, help so many people, all the time?

Of course. He's always trying to squeeze in a vacation. Maybe Elora needed a holiday. Her shoulders were tense enough to crack plates on. Her eyebrows always seemed tensed into a slight frown, her face set in concentration; from the moment she woke up before dawn to the half an hour it took her to get to sleep. Not that administration was more taxing than doing battle with Gnorcs and Sorcery and blood thirsty Dinosaurs…

Make-shift presidents didn't take Vacations. There was no one to leave in charge in her stead. But, surely… A week- Just a week! A Week in Dragon Shores, to put her hooves up and relax. Avalar couldn't exactly fall apart in a week, right? Wrong. Of course it could. It already had once before. In less time.

Elora needed to do something. She had had it up to the teeth with being Avalar's sole babysitter, and it was time that everyone started to look after themselves. She had an idea. There were books, she had read, on the history of the three home worlds. She herself remembered back to the time before Ripto's attack, when things were pleasant and peaceful. But Ripto had come and gone some time ago. They all needed to get back to normal, some how.

She had an idea. Immediately she went to her nearest fairy friend, and told her to pass on a message. A message that would spread to every realm and race in Avalar.

Then finally, knock on wood, maybe she could get some time off, like the great scaly celebrity himself.