Astrael Dragons are widely known as a spectacularly colorful breed. They take great pride in their brilliant petal-like wings and glossy scales, with the most vibrant and meticulously cleaned dragons being the first to be noticed by potential mates. However, the most attractive trait an Astrael can have has nothing to do with appearances. Astrael are impressive wordsmiths, often traveling great distances so as to expand upon their vocabulary and perfect their cadence. Their passion for wordplay shines through in their communication tactics, with Astrael preferring to speak in eloquent rhymes; the most creative among them are fated to win poetry battles - and their future mates. During their travels, bardic Astrael are more than happy to share their poetic prowess with those who ask, providing opportunities for distanced friends and family members to spread joy through beautifully articulated letters. Astrael Dragons are also wonderful parents; they have even been observed taking in orphaned eggs and young. An Astrael’s pheromones are known to influence the growth of things around them, though the scent is unique to each individual.

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.

For the time being, Brachyscome resides in Glads Pit no. 14, but it seems nobody knows this. He was exploring the Perilous Glads Do-Not-Go against the warnings of the area's scientists and authority figures, and he didn't announce to his clan where he was heading. He stumbled into one of the medium-sized pits, and to his surprise, he didn't die after falling roughly 20 meters while bouncing off the sides a few times. The bottom of the pit has a fair amount of vegetation where the sunlight reaches, and there are creatures here, too. With his natural magical affinity for life and earth and much concentration, Brachyscome recovered and repaired his broken bones, mostly. He's unable to fly or climb out, so he's trying to figure out a spell to to float himself upward. Otherwise, he passes time by composing poetry, mostly about his unfair predicament. He's mystified that nobody's come through the Perilous Glads Do-Not-Go looking for him, not even close enough to hear his yelling.