Dragons are creatures with nearly unlimited life spans. They can survive for long periods of time, and no one has found a dragon that has died of old age. Adolescence 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. Once they hit adolescence, hatchlings change quickly, maturing to their full forms in only 2 years.

Dragons don't communicate with each other verbally, but they will growl to scare off predators and frighten prey. Young dragons will emit an extremely high-pitched squeal when they are frightened. To communicate, they use telepathy with each other and to speak to other creatures.

Gray dragons are the masters of the skies. They are excellent fliers and land only to rest and eat. In addition, they have full control of the weather. They are very hot-tempered and easily angered. They will attack any human that bothers them, conjuring strong winds and dangerous lightning.

This dragon loved mischief. The woman knew that from the very beginning when the little dragon bit her finger when she tried to remove the now useless eggshells. The little one always thought of something that causes some excitement. As soon as it had discovered that it could summon tiny rain clouds it enjoyed teasing Whitefire while he was asleep by the fire she simply extinguished it with its rain. When he scolded the child simply snickered and showed him its tongue.

It chewed on the woman's shoes, hid its playmates toys, flooded their bedsides..

When the other ones had enough of its pranks they started to brawl but in the end everyone enjoyed a refreshing battle and the culprit was not punished at all. When the others realized the rascal was a girl they started to behave differently. She did not like that at all. When she was really annoyed by the male dragons she left the cave and flew to hunt white clouds, turning them into dark rain clouds. The proud, tomboyish Cirrushuntress.