White Dragons are pacifists and specialize in extremely strong healing magic. The only limit of this magic is that it can’t bring back the dead. They only eat plants and never kill living things.

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.

Whitepress imagines her heart to be a black knot of hard stone, buried deep in an ashy, soft chest. This is dramatic. But still, it's her heart, and this is what she sees when she thinks of it.

Whitepress has known few great loves in her long life, and of these, none remain with her. Before the War, she loved a Daydream, and now she can barely remember his face. She thought that she knew him in all ways, back then, when they were young and fat with the peace of the Old Featherwing Weyr. He was kind to her. He called her beautiful. She would have followed him anywhere he led her, blindly, adoringly.

She learned she was the latest of three families of his, the least favored of her mate's mates, even. Her hatchling looked too much like her Daydream.

Her son left the Weyr when he grew, gone, never visiting. Her mate stopped living with her once she learned, choosing another mate who cried less. Her feathers began to grow in gray, touching her eyes, her wingtips, her breast. Her heart, too.