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.

She raises her proud turquise head as she breathes in the dry desert air, and dares to look at the sun directly. His golden glow and punishing heat can't hurt her, and she knows it. She roars with joy because she is powerful enough to stare down the sun and worship it as well. She whips sand up around her with her tail, and breathes out her brilliant blue flame, enjoying the feeling of the sand, scorched and melting, pelting her. She uses her enormous lungs and breathes on the ground, and in less than a second, she breathes her flame after it. Then she blows out once more, and is satisfied with the glass dome she has made. Stirred, melted, then cooled to perfection.