Coastal Waverunners spend most of their time skimming the waves along the coast, snatching up their prey from the shallow waters. They have developed markings along the leading edges of their body that help disguise them as breaking waves. When they are not hunting, they enjoy playing among sand-dunes and shallow tide-pools. These dragons live in small but noisy rookeries. Some stories say Waverunners can fly for days on end without landing.

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.

One stormy autumnal evening, Martha was skimming the waves along the stony coastline as she was prone to do. Snatching the fish silly enough to linger near the surface, she feasted on mackerel and salmon until she could eat no more, and perched on a rocky outcrop to digest them. Drowsy and unaware of a masked person sneaking up to her, she suddenly felt a dagger inserted in her back; as life slowly left her eyes, her last vision was of a carved pumpkin-mask, and bonfires burning further inland.

Fortunately, this was not the end of Martha. When she woke up, she stared into the deep blue eyes of Slanaitheoir; Slana had heard Martha's shriek of panic and came looking for her, only to discover some weird tartan-clad pagan trying to reanimate her body as a zombie using dark magic, which (fortunately or unfortunately) failed. Slana immediately set to reviving her (using CPR rather than Dark Magic) and with the help of Leigheas, restored her to life and to health.