“Hmmm, at least you have manners,” the High Elder snorted. “I have not appraised you previously, and the Council knows all dragons that live upon the Great Serpent. Your judgement should have been done many moons ago. So, tell me, who are you? Who was your nest mother and father?” Spike’s eyes widened, and he struggled to find appropriate words. An awkward silence descended before Ember attempted to answer for him.