“I have come to ask that Spike be granted the blessing to face great Ignis so he may become a true dragon,” Ember said solemnly. A mummer went out amongst the other seated Elders, hushed whispers exchanged in a tongue that Spike could not determine. The High Elder raised a claw and silenced the group. He took a step forward, turning his head from side to side as he did so. He slowly circled Spike, humming inquisitively. 