Spitfires are a desert breed of dragon. Their dull brown bodies contrast with their brilliant turquoise markings, and they only blaze brighter when these dragons fight. Spitfires are notorious for their territorial natures, and the wing-edges of most are ripped and tattered before their first year is out. Spitfires are also noteworthy for their brilliant blue fire, which is used not for hunting or fighting, but rather for making glass caves from the sand, in which the dragons can soak up the sun.

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.

Delasyn glanced about warily, uncertain. He had done this a dozen times before; surely this was no different. But to himself he knew that it was. Never before had he turned the sands of his desert home to glass on another's whim. And never had he needed more than one nest at a time. But the desert elf said that his people were getting too cold in the day; his glass would help warm the sands again. So he took a deep breath, released his fire, and melted the sands around him to true glass, thick and strong enough to last for decades. Satisfied with his largest glass-nest yet, he curled up to sleep on it, pleased to do another creature good. Or so it seemed...