If you have not been reunited with your children, they fade out of existence, as though they had never been present. The two large stones are still present, though.
The red bird looks over the assembled group. "That's it. You're done," she says. "You can leave now. Go sulk in someone else's nest." If she has any reaction to the hostility of someone who has been denied a reunion with their clutch, she does not show it.
"Hey," says the black bird. "You're forgetting something." It flies over, pushing the red bird out of the way, and putting the large stones into view - one white, and one purple. They look, strangely, like large bird eggs, but they're glowing from within. "Regardless of what she thinks of your efforts, if you've stuck around this long, you must have done something to be admired." Sure enough, the cavern is lit with the glow of curious fireflies. The bird appears, strangely, to squint. "Our friends are wise, too. These stones are gifts, for those of you who've attracted the most admiration." He thumps his talons on the purple one. "Come on," he tells his friend, picking it up and depositing the purple stone in front of one kin.
[spyro granted]
The red bird grumbles about it, but she moves the white stone in front of a certain kin, as well.
[ori granted]
"You forgot me," says the white bird, sulky. It has another stone, gleaming silver, which it awards to a different kin.
[fancy boar/swine granted]
"Good-bye," says the black bird's voice, and it's the last thing anyone hears.
When you wake up, you are exactly where you fell asleep. If there was an actual clutch you were guarding, it's perfectly safe. If not, you think it over. It was all a dream, you think. Just a dream...but you weren't alone, when you dreamt it.
If you received a stone in the dream, it is nowhere to be found when you wake up. But you feel a little surer, a little more refreshed when you're awake. You're going to have a good day - no matter how your dream turned out.
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You can use either version for the cert.
