Silver Dragons are arguably one of the most beautiful types of dragons. They live in high altitude habitats such as mountains. Silver females eat meat only when a male dragon brings it to them as part of courtship, though they are typically highly-independent. They possess an almost magical aura that lights up any place they are in, and are looked upon with awe by humans and animals alike.

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.

Her eyes flickered open, and she found herself staring up at a bright orange face. Behind the Magi an anxious White hovered. "Please tell me it worked, Krestomancii. If she turns-"

"She's awake," the Magi replied, without taking her eyes off of her patient. "What's your name"

The Silver's eyes slid closed again. Her heart pounded.. shadows with dagger-sharp claws.. snarls.. "Not this time, Trise!" ..too many of them.. so much pain.. vision fading with one last.. She roared in anguish as the memory faded. The White leaned forward, concerned.

"T-Trise," she managed, her racing mind making it difficult.

"Let's leave her to rest." The White beckoned to the Magi to follow her out. Trise lay shivering. She couldn't piece together the memory, but the meaning was clear. She had died. But even if she remembered who she had been, she was certain that not all of her had been brought back. She should be grateful, but how could she live again knowing that. How could she ever see life the same way..