The dragonet stands near the edge of a ravine with lava a lava river near the bottom, a few trickling streams of lava cascade down the sides of the ravine's drop-off. A small breeze picks up, barely tousling the dragon's ears and wings, wafting the smell of sulfur and brimstone to its nose.
Finally, it steps back and takes a running leap off of the precipice and hurtles towards the lava river in a falcon-style dive. At the last second, the dragon whips open its wings, its tail splashed the lava. Finally the dragonet plunges into the lava, which feels balmy to its species.