Their lusciously soft feathers and paper-thin golden spires are by no means the armor of a warrior, but an Erador Lindwyrm is a force to be reckoned with. The fragrant, berry-scented oils that coat their skin have a powerful soothing effect, which, in tandem with their magic, have the curious effect of fostering feelings of closeness in those around them. Eradors are gleefully aware of this effect, and seem to make a point of cultivating and mending as many relationships as they can, be them romantic or otherwise. As such, dragons seeking to preserve their fearsome reputations are careful to give Eradors a wide berth, as it is well known that anyone who picks a fight with an Erador is sure to win...a new friend.

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.

Lord Apollo was hatched with a smile on his face, and that sort of attitude promptly got him booted from the Weyr of Flame. Well, 'booted' isn't quite the right word. More like 'violently chased, with the unspoken but very real implication of a wing-plucking if caught,' from the Weyr. After all, a dragon who inspired friendship in those around him would be a very bad influence indeed on the tyrant ruler Flameflow.

Life's worked out fine since he found the Weyr of Soft Flowers along the southern coastline, but there were a few years there where survival during his manifestation period was less than guaranteed.

Lord Apollo never understood it. His magic encourages friendliness, peace, lots of good, warm, fuzzy feelings. Surely there's no harm in a leader mellowing out a bit. It wouldn't be the worst thing for Flameflow to be suddenly and pleasantly overcome with friendliness for a bit, surely.

If only Flameflow himself agreed.

Ah, well. Lord Apollo has plenty of friends where he is now.