Silver Dragons are arguably one of the most beautiful types of dragons. They live in high altitude habitats such as mountains. Silver females eat meat only when a male dragon brings it to them as part of courtship, though they are typically highly-independent. They possess an almost magical aura that lights up any place they are in, and are looked upon with awe by humans and animals alike.

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.

Within a rift of mountains, where the mist cloaks all the world in white and lost paths lead on to forever, this female makes her home. Those who claw their way up the slopes, who struggle through fog and fire in her pursuit, may come across it; a barren cave in that world of white, her soft glow calling from within, an invitation. They enter, for this is why they have come. To see her, the fortune writer, to glimpse what lies beyond.

Meeting their eyes with her own--which gleam like a blaze of snow--she passes them a... fortune cookie. Yep, a fortune cookie. She writes the fortunes in them and sells them for thirty cents apiece.

Needless to say, her patrons run screaming and frothing back out the cave, possessed of a crushing despair and outrage that no words can adequately describe. Unperturbed, the silver keeps on penning her fortunes, which mainly deal with the stupidities of men (of which her womanizer father gave her a veryyy low viewpoint).