The Human World's most special winter feast had finally concluded, much like the moment David's Dragon Breath fireworks eventually burned out.
Unfortunately, just as David had regained his strength, he discovered that his ambition to have another great brawl had been dashed.
It wasn't that Nifadora and the others had human-like notions of secular shame; it was simply that their mating season had passed.
This was unlike humans. Humans weren't without a mating instinct; instead, they had evolved into a perverse species that was in heat every single day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
Gathering the Chromatic Dragons during their mating season again would be quite difficult.
David felt quite regretful about this but did not insist.
Though he might guide them slowly, if he happened to be walked in on by those three dragon children, it wouldn't be too good; David still needed to save face.
