Nocturne Dragons are a strange breed. Whenever light strikes their bodies, they are frozen in whatever position they were in. This leaves them vulnerable and they rely on camouflage to keep themselves safe. They are often mistaken for statues when in this frozen state, but Nocturne dragons do not actually turn into stone. Rather, they merely idle until the sun goes down. At night, these dragons come to life, proving themselves to be powerful fliers, although little else is known about their true behavior.

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.

Miora always loved her father, the one piece of family she had left among the scattered remains of her clan. But as her mother's lifeblood ran into the soil, something hardened in his gaze. He became convinced that love was nothing but weakness and any dragon who showed the slightest bit of compassion was a coward. He pushed everyone away from him, except his daughter whom he'd sworn to protect.

Miora tried to understand him, always standing beside him even when his scorns made her feel worthless. She knew he never meant it; that it was only his way of healing. But as days blurred into years and her father's bitterness failed to melt away with winter's frozen touch, she realized that it was hopeless. She tore into the wilderness, not stopping until the sun's warmth caught her. She retreated to the darkness of an endless labyrinth of tunnels, seeking in the shadows the comfort she never found from her own kin, never knowing how far her father had gone to find her once more.