Shimmer-scale Dragons are a very beautiful breed with small—but highly reflective—scales that shimmer and shine as the dragon moves through water. They don’t have fins or webbed feet, but their long, eel-like bodies allow them to swim quite fast. They were once rumored to carry large pearls in their claws—causing many to seek them out in search of this fabulous treasure. In reality, the “pearl” is of greater value to the dragon, for the fabled treasure is actually an egg carried by a migrating female.

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.

Long ago, Shimmermoon was a part of the Featherwing Weyr, a loose collective of dragons guided by the immortal human Feathers. Shimmermoon remembers it all as if it were only yesterday; Feathers gave her a title and a role patrolling the rivers of the continent. She had a job. A purpose.

That was before the War. Before Feathers, and so many other of Shimmermoon's friends, were lost.

She traveled the land in solitude, resolved to live alone. That is, until she found an egg, its glow nearly dead, alone in the cold, dark water of a river in the eastern mountains.

Shimmermoon was barely able to save the egg when she found it, but she raised the hatchling, Silvermoon, as her own. She hid nothing about his origin from him, teaching him how to survive in the world, how to use water to hide from the most cunning eyes. When he wanted to learn about where he'd come from, wanted to seek his origin, she told him where to go, and she has been alone again since then. Life is quiet. Cold. Dark.