Ember Dragons have a great affinity for hot environments. While they themselves are not hot to the touch, their tendency to lurk amongst smoldering ashes has caused many to believe they are fire-starters. Their dully glowing markings serve many purposes: acting as a means of identification between individuals, as an important part of mating displays, and as a way of showing aggression. The long, low build of the breed makes them ungainly in flight, and the thick fleshy membranes of their wings hinder them further. As such, it is rare to see an Ember Dragon take to the air. Ember Dragons are also not particularly sociable; females tend to be defensive, whereas males are more aggressive. Once they have settled with a particular group of dragons, Ember Dragons are incredibly loyal and will defend their pack by any means possible.

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.

The Ragged Helmsman (or Helmswoman, as she likes to be referred as, even though she won't object to Helmsman) is far too obsessed with the ridges of the world and the turns of the rivers to be good to anybody.

She learned from the mother of her mate, Clockwork Victim. The mother, named Luminant Flightmaster, warned her of the unfulfilled feeling she would get from merely navigating dragons in new areas, but she didn't care about all of that. The Helmsman, from when she was a hatchling, had dreamed of the moment she could learn of new areas, new landmarks, new things to mark her path when she flew far away.

The maps from her Keeper that decorate the den around her and litter the ground of the den's entrance are filled with small scribbles that would mean nothing to anybody except her. She's the only one that enjoys the profession of navigator, even if it wasn't meaningful.

She doesn't understand the feeling in her chest when she's at her cave alone, but she doesn't let it bother her.