Copper Dragons are masters of stealth, slipping silently and swiftly through the forests and jungles where they live. Often hunting in groups, their prey rarely know they are being stalked until the dragon’s at their throat. In the air they are agile and skilled. Copper Dragons prize family groups, spending large amounts of time teaching their young skills. So great is their love of life and family that they will sometimes adopt orphaned dragons of other breeds to raise.

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.

Despite her high position within her clan, Lady Fezalion had always been able to enjoy a peaceful life of academic pursuit. She collected books of every genre she could lay her claws upon, but none stole her interest like poetry. As a hatchling, she loved reading it over all else, and as she grew she turned to crafting poetry of her own.

It was a day like any other as she leisurely jotted down a poem in the gardens- until a mind brushed against hers. Absorbed with her words she first paid it no heed, but a deep voice resonated in her mind and startled her from her reverie to find a glorious silver Prize before her.

"My Lady," he said, bowing, "I beg your pardon for interrupting you, but my heart cried for me to make the acquaintance of the most beautiful dragoness I had ever set eyes upon." Amazed by his praise, she found herself mute.

Lord Myst bashfully shuffled his claws and presented her with an iridescent flower. "I hope you would allow me the honor of courting you."

She said yes.