Common Pygmies are sweet in temperament and palate. They spend a fair amount of time foraging for and scavenging food but have a particular fondness for sweet tasting treats, such as honey. When pickings are slim, they can hunt songbirds and small mammals. Common Pygmies stay in large groups, migrating alongside their food supply. Although capable of the same basic vocal sounds of most other dragons, Common Pygmies prefer to communicate through body language. It is perhaps no surprise, then, that Common Pygmy hatchlings are rather affectionate.

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.

Pygmy dragons are the smallest category of dragons, being on the same scale as domesticated animals. They are often found around concentrated populations of dragons, relying on their larger brethren to ward away potential predators and leave scraps. As such, the majority of a pygmy’s diet is scavenged. Due to their tiny size, pygmies do not breed with larger varieties of dragons.

Working directly in tandem with his mate, Needlefang, Split takes his job collecting intel and running messages between the weyr and Needle very seriously indeed -- while Needle remains under the guise of a prim and pampered pet, Split busies himself listening at windows and in other hidden places on the outside of the great noble house.

He seems to have great difficulty 'shutting off'; he even hunts his prey around the house, catching mice or stealing scraps from the nobleman's hunting hounds. While some call him 'Preto's blinded zealot', in truth, he simply cares deeply for his weyrmates and couldn't bear the thought of harm to them if he could, in any way, prevent it.

Recently his frozen offspring have taken up the mantle of spying as well, and whenever Split returns to the weyr to deliver news, his insufferably proud prattling about his children is often too much to take.