Named after their cloudy, ashen scales, Ash Dragons are large, gentle beasts, although their faces can give unaccustomed folk a fright. Their tough scales and sheer size make them infrequent attack targets, traits that explain why pygmy dragons and other small dragon breeds can often be seen riding on their backs, hiding amongst their large spiked scales. Though they tend to be mostly quiet, Ash dragons have a low, deep roar that is typically only used to threaten or call to others of their kind.

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.

Once upon a time an ash wyrmling found a sleeping aeria gloris. The glowing crystals that floated around the amphiptere's neck looked tasty, so she ate them. Then she stared feeling funny, so she tried to go home. Unfortunately, the antigravity magic in the crystals sent her plummeting high up into the stratosphere. The high-altitude dragons who found her stared in amazement and a few inquired as to how she got up there. "Don't ash me," she said (she had yet to master a hard 'k'). She continued to float, so some of the skywings started calling her the "don't ash me kid", which eventually became the name she goes by to this day.

Because of her early and serious exposure, Don't Ash Me has become mana-transformed and continues to float high above the clouds, "flying" by paddling through the air with her legs. She has no control over her buoyancy because gravity magic is not native to her kind, but she doesn't let that stop her. She has a particularly close relationship with Stratos Fear.