PS: Despite all my efforts to avoid it, I seem to have caught COVID after all. I just feel incredibly tired and drained, so I may not be at my best. Please bear with me.
Aegir really was an easygoing, cheerful Dragon. After Aaron smacked him, he sat down with tears in his eyes, clutching his head and feeling terribly wronged. But the moment he heard Aaron was planning something big, his interest perked up, and excitement shone in his amber dragon eyes.
That was how Dragons were. They spent their entire lives seeking fame and fortune, especially through their youth, middle age, and old age, when they regarded fame and wealth as their very reason for living.
After several months apart, Aegir had clearly grown stronger again. Big Dragon's presence had become more imposing, and she yearned for fame, wealth, and greater power.
At the same time, Aegir was also becoming increasingly intelligent. Before, he had merely been a Dragon who followed his father everywhere, with little understanding of the knowledge imprinted in his mind. Over this period of dreaming, however, he had matured considerably.
That was also why Aaron had been able to persuade Aegir to part with some grain. His excuse had been, "Look, I brought you an entire tribe of over three thousand Snow Elves to serve you!"
"Aren't we good partners? What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine!"
"They're all your subjects. Keep their bellies full, and they'll repay you later."
Big Dragon thought it over, found nothing wrong with that reasoning, and agreed to give up that portion of grain.
Dragons did not yearn to live for the present; vast stretches of time lay before them, and they did not worry about wasting it. If Dragons had an excess of anything, it