“I would not worry, Elder; Old Ignis will churn them up to bits if they ain’t ready,” chuckled a young drake, who soon was joined by a chorus of laughs from his friends, just in time for the lights of Ignis to cease in a final pulse. A collective ‘ah’ came from the crowd at the wild display. But soon after the last lights flickered out, the grouping stood in somewhat awkward silence, awaiting whatever would come next. The volcano’s slight hiss permeated the night air, though the hearty boom of Ignis had ceased, and all had returned to normality.