Spitfires are a desert breed of dragon. Their dull brown bodies contrast with their brilliant turquoise markings, and they only blaze brighter when these dragons fight. Spitfires are notorious for their territorial natures, and the wing-edges of most are ripped and tattered before their first year is out. Spitfires are also noteworthy for their brilliant blue fire, which is used not for hunting or fighting, but rather for making glass caves from the sand, in which the dragons can soak up the sun.

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.

8C doesn't understand why other dragons don't want her near their constructions: she's aghast at the accusations that she would destroy their things. Reduced to being an undesirable creeper wandering alone in the dark, when she gets close to other dragons, she hisses her warning. If they don't immediately leave the area, she blows up violently, leaving destruction in her wake. She never wanted to live this way, never wanted to be beaten and derided for her actions. Her life is a lonely existence, as nobody wants her near their homes.