White Dragons are pacifists and specialize in extremely strong healing magic. The only limit of this magic is that it can’t bring back the dead. They only eat plants and never kill living things.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

"We all wonder why the little bird flies south for the winter."

Amiira's whisper is like a song,

Beautiful but so sad.

"Because winter is cold, cruel.

Fear winter. Fear the merciless grasp.

You are my Little Bird, feathers so fragile."

She leans down

Nuzzles the soft, downy wings.

"Spread your wings and flee.

Run, my daughter

Before winter finds you, ensnares you in its icy claws.

Run."

"But, Mother I am strong."

The hatchling's small voice squeaks out.

"Little Bird, I--"

She lifts her head to where the cold winds will come.

The cold winds and storms that had taken her mate

Her daughter's father, whom she would never know

"I don't want to run."

"You cannot stay

Winter will come, Little Bird."

If you stay, she did not say

If you stay, you will not survive.

"Mother."

"RUN!"

She couldn't bear to lose her daughter

"Mother!"

But the little one couldn't know that.

"Goodbye

When the trial is over

We will be together again."

"Goodbye."

Amiira waited, alone.

Winter ended

But she is still alone.