Spitfires are a desert breed of dragon. Their dull brown bodies contrast with their brilliant turquoise markings, and they only blaze brighter when these dragons fight. Spitfires are notorious for their territorial natures, and the wing-edges of most are ripped and tattered before their first year is out. Spitfires are also noteworthy for their brilliant blue fire, which is used not for hunting or fighting, but rather for making glass caves from the sand, in which the dragons can soak up the sun.

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 dragon as has no real name. He is simply used as a name holder when his owner needs a name held, and he does not enjoy it. He is often teased for his silly names, and has earned anger issues along with it.

"Stop making me a name holder!" He once complained to his owner. He still attempts to get a "yes" out of his owner, and fails every time.

One day, his owner found a note under this dragon's nest, a little piece of birch bark scraped off a tree.

"Please just let me be a normal dragon. -Unnamed"