Aria dragons are a brightly-colored and sprightly breed, perhaps most adored for their lyric calls. Their song-like melodies fill the areas they inhabit; their coos resemble those of birds, only more elegant and refined. They have fairly strong magical capabilities, but tend to reserve these strengths for last-minute defense, choosing to live their lives in simple peace. Arias, sticking to the tropics, typically live quite far from human settlements, giving rise to the previously held belief that they had gone extinct.

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.

This precious petit fors with the heart-shaped wings is good enough to eat. She arrived in Paz's cave one over-bright morning as part of the emergency crew called to put out yet another "accidental" lighting of poor Pyrophobic's wings. Rosie was the only one who believed Ensanguine when he said he had nothing to do with it, and indeed the whole fire turned out to have been set by Lavender Bouquet's hot ear-hair curlers. Rosie was so kind about the whole situation, and became so instantly beloved by everybody, that they invited her to live in the cave with them right then and there. Now, isn't that just sweet enough to make one's teeth ache.