(( I love 'em both... ^.¥.^ ))<br/><br/>Fissure looked down caringly at Mark. He was already very for of the boy. "That's quite alright. It'll be like your father is waking up from a long nap--there have been dragons that slept for a much longer time than he. Besides, you have nothing to be afraid of while in such company as those with you now." The towering dragon looked his nephew in the eye. "It's your father. If it is not your wish for him to live again, then it is not my place to disregard that..." Fissure bowed his head to give Mark a gentle, loving, lick on his face...<br/><br/>Diarow smiled at the scene. Fissure barely knew the boy, yet he treated him better than he would if Mark were his son; of course, the dragon had never been fond of the prospect of having children. He knew Mark to be a well-loved addition to the family. Both Fissure and Diarow would lay their lives down for him if need be...