Storm Dragons are the masters of the skies. They are excellent fliers and land only to rest and eat. In addition, they have full control of the weather. They are very hot-tempered and easily angered. They will attack any human that bothers them, conjuring strong winds and dangerous lightning.

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.

Amalgam's ailments were present from the day she was hatched. The way her oblong eyes just blankly stared into the direction her head happened to flopped in. The way her body just didn't seem animate. It was almost as if she were already dead, but she kept growing.

Now, of course, the others have figured that she is completely braindead, extremely beyond so. She is still "alive" in a sense; however, she does nothing but sit there, staring into the cave or out into the opening, unmoving and unblinking.

She doesn't respond to touch, pain, or any stimulation of any kind. She's more than a potato because even they grow. She's a rock.

Most of the time, the other dragons have to feed her just to keep her alive.

Her body is a mangled mess of bent and weak scales which are placed wrong all across her body.

Her bones are jelly.

Her teeth are like shards of glass.

Her muscles are strands of straw.

She can barely hold herself up.

Everyone has come to terms with the fact that she will outlive us.