Longan sat down in the shade, observing the other dragons with a cold look. The amount of fruit dragons here surprised them. They had assumed there wouldn't be many and yet.. here they were. The season started early out of paranoia of the stone dragons possibly coming. Considering the brutal nature they had, it was a need. But they didn't bother to try and participate. What was the point when none could measure up to them? There was nothing to chase, nothing to gain that they already hadn't. Everyone else was having their fun, especially Lychee. The little dragon was causing chaos between the males with certain females and gossiping to put the females against whoever displeased them. It was amusing to see how riled up one could get. It was like all rational thought had gone out the window. Even the males displays made them snort from their nostrils. The displays of strength between the males ranged from close combat to more daring displays that were meant to show off the best parts of them. Did females really eat this up?

The longer Longan watched, the more bored they became. It was so monotonous. It was the same thing every cycle. The addition of new faces didn't help. They all looked the same and the way they began interacting with cookies irked them. They were superiors beings-- they were beneath them. They dug their claws into the soft soil with a grunt. They quickly directed their irritation to a male, who seemed to be in a sparring mood. They snarled lowly and snapped their jaws. That sent him running off. Longan shook out their thick mane with an annoyed grumble. Some of these young males who thought they could get the prettiest females were cocky this year. It wasn't rare for one or two to try and spar with them. Each time, they wiped the floor with them. Longan's large size and experience made them a formidable opponent, but they would not entertain such folly.