Diarow chuckled as he replied. "Oh, Fissure and I would rather be by a volcano while it's erupting. Other people might be incinerated, but I think it's rather enjoyable..." Fissure grinned in agreement. "You can take his word for it. I tell you, I love water, but it's so cold; I'd prefer to be swimming in lava when I can help it. It's an advantage, really, for your father would, I believe, not only be preserved by the rock, but unharmed by the lava flow......" The towering dragon closed his eyes for a moment, sniffing the hot air. It didn't take very long for him pick up a scent. However, it was very faint, and locating its origin would be a bit more of a challenge. After a minute or two had gone by, Fissure opened his eyes again, and walked over to a spot no more than fifty feet to his left along the mountain, which was just a few steps for him. Examining the rock closely, he dug a great foreclaw into the rock, and pushed a large quantity away like soft loam and topsoil as Diarow drew closer. Smiling to himself, he embraced the fact that there was only some distance of earth between his brother and him...