At sunset our Jewish friends and family begin the solemn celebration of Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. Being a moveable feast, it does not always coincide with the Month of the Dragon, though there is something of a cosmic synchronicity to it when it does.
The moment Dragons lost their Creator luster, they became the quest du jour of every knight, saint, and would-be philosopher king in the world. Thankfully, pockets of the Orient remained essentially Dragon-enlightened, honoring even the least of our friends as descendants of the Sacred Cosmic Dragons.
In short, many of our ancestors treated Dragons very, very badly. Seeking emblems for their internal monsters, Dragons became easy targets. From the flow of draconic blood heroes would sprout like mung beans. And perhaps win the hand of a fair prince(ss) in the process. Through the years, this has become a rather one-sided sanguinary relationship.
Time for us to atone. To make amends and beg forgiveness from all the Dragons we have wronged. It is the least we can do. And, it being Yom Kippur, they might just grant us absolution.
Love all Dragons.