“Hey, look,” cried a drake, pointing towards the mountain's slopes. A small figure could be seen through the haze of the mountain’s thick smoke, lazily flying down from Ignis’s slope. Gasps of astonishment overtook the crowd to see a drake emerge unharmed from the roils and vigour of Ignis’s great embrace, let alone one that had not been blessed before the Elders. Ember could only stare slack-jawed as the recognisable form descended amongst. The purple and green colouring of his scales were still apparent through the heavy layers of soot that sat upon his broad shoulders but otherwise unharmed. 