Falconiform Wyverns are normally shy creatures. However, when approached, they often feel threatened, and the flames along their bodies leap higher. Females tend to be smaller than males, though Falconiform Wyverns are typically rather large overall. They use their size to their advantage by hunting smaller dragons. The Falconiform’s graceful, swooping dives are said to resemble birds of prey. Falconiforms are largely solitary dragons that only meet in order to breed.

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.

Evana despises her flames, the thing that burns across her wings, that gives her a halo of blue light, that clings to her tail. She wishes she didn't have them, for they served no purpose other than intimidation—and she didn't want to be intimidating. She wanted normality. She wishes she didn't burn those who came too close; that her flames didn't threaten to destroy everything she touched. She wants to read. To interact normally.

But then, Evana supposes that she'd have to ruin herself to create that. She would have to destroy her shyness, make herself into a confident, social creature. But she wasn't. She couldn't change what was determined by blood. She could mask it; present herself as a bold, outgoing being, but there was no joy in that. So, she wishes she had no flames to burn those that make her nervous. She has taken to diving into water to remove them, but it does not put out the flames. All it does is threaten to end her life.

She often wonders if that is such a bad thing.