Common Pygmies are sweet in temperament and palate. They spend a fair amount of time foraging for and scavenging food but have a particular fondness for sweet tasting treats, such as honey. When pickings are slim, they can hunt songbirds and small mammals. Common Pygmies stay in large groups, migrating alongside their food supply. Although capable of the same basic vocal sounds of most other dragons, Common Pygmies prefer to communicate through body language. It is perhaps no surprise, then, that Common Pygmy hatchlings are rather affectionate.

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.

Pygmy dragons are the smallest category of dragons, being on the same scale as domesticated animals. They are often found around concentrated populations of dragons, relying on their larger brethren to ward away potential predators and leave scraps. As such, the majority of a pygmy’s diet is scavenged. Due to their tiny size, pygmies do not breed with larger varieties of dragons.

Sylirax was a rather sickly hatchling, his weak body unable to keep up with his nestmates. He tried to be like them, but he simply could not, often collapsing from effort in the middle of a game. They scorned him, saying that he only slowed them down.

Feeling unwanted, he took to his owner's side for protection and companionship. At first Hawktalon was annoyed by the way Sylirax trailed behind her like a lost puppy, but the little Pygmy soon grew on her. To keep his spirits up she let him watch while she marked down her latest findings on the piece of rolled parchment she always carried; he was fascinated by the smooth, quick strokes of her quill over the paper as she wrote in a way that Sylirax found to be art. He learned to write himself from his long hours of watching her, and now, even long after he grew healthy again, often makes amendments to Hawktalon's scroll and records descriptions for her dragons when she has no time to do so herself.