Aria dragons are a brightly-colored and sprightly breed, perhaps most adored for their lyric calls. Their song-like melodies fill the areas they inhabit; their coos resemble those of birds, only more elegant and refined. They have fairly strong magical capabilities, but tend to reserve these strengths for last-minute defense, choosing to live their lives in simple peace. Arias, sticking to the tropics, typically live quite far from human settlements, giving rise to the previously held belief that they had gone extinct.

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 bright pink dragoness fell down and cringed. While the dark clouds moved before the sun, the dragoness tried to stand up again and looked at the wing she had broken by taking the wrong turn and bumping into a tree. She cringed again at the view of her beautiful wing, cracked in the middle.

Raindrops started to fall on her bright, pink body, and she tried to hold back her tears. With a painful howl, Sairshu moved towards a cave, and tried to shelter herself from the rain with her healthy wing. As her wings were a bit smaller than the wings of the other Pink dragons since birth, she always had difficulties with flying, which would be impossible now.

Her bright blue eyes gazed at the dark sky in which lightning has begun to strike, and the tears finally came, now that she knew she'd never fly again.