Seasonal Dragons take on the characteristics of the season during which they are born. Thus, eggs that are laid in spring match the pink flowers and green buds of spring, and those that are laid in the summer grow to depict the bright green of the forest trees and the yellow of the sun. Eggs laid in autumn display the bright colors of leaves falling from trees, and those that are laid during winter take on the appearance of the icy snow.

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.

Winterfall Flowers loves to grow flowers, even in the depths of winter. She says that there's something beautiful in every individual petal, something gorgeous in the curves of the stem, something wonderful in every flower and every plant and every tree.

But she's a Winter Seasonal dragon.

The cold she brings around flowers will near-instantaneously kill them. Make them wither away. Even the most cold-resistant flowers will succumb to the coldness of the air around her, withering away into black dust.

She loves flowers, but can never touch them. It's a curse—loving nature but never being able to touch it unless you want it to die.

Being a Spring Seasonal would've been better to her, but it's too late now. She was hatched in the depths of winter and matured when the nights were still long.

And now, those long nights she used to revel in plague her.