White Dragons are pacifists and specialize in extremely strong healing magic. The only limit of this magic is that it can’t bring back the dead. They only eat plants and never kill living things.

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.

She is the pale one, the beauty. She is the one who spreads her wings each dawn and wakes the multitude of hatchlings from under them. She is the one who is there for every scrape, for every bruise. Every accidental injury. She is the beloved of the communal cave. And yet she seems unaware of it. She is merely doing what she does best, giving back to her cave in the only way she knows how. Her patience is never tried and her serene presence can make any fight seem so trivial. Each day she flies a circuit around the cave, visiting those that do not sleep within it and asking if they are well. She pauses on the forest floor, collecting the ripe fruit that has fallen and taking it home for a sunset meal among those she considers her family.