“I don’t know what that means,” Spike exclaimed. The All-Father moved, or rather slinked like a great snake, moving in constant motion with the flow of whatever current had possessed the storm, great obscure wings beating in non-existent flight across the strands of orange and black churn. “The Elder says I can’t claim it because of how I was raised.” Spike dipped his head in shame. “That I’m a false dragon.” The creature made a noise like the crackling of thunder. It almost sounded like a laugh.