Storm Dragons are the masters of the skies. They are excellent fliers and land only to rest and eat. In addition, they have full control of the weather. They are very hot-tempered and easily angered. They will attack any human that bothers them, conjuring strong winds and dangerous lightning.

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.

Little Cat Feet is the eldest of Tryslora's brood, and is thus somewhat of a mother hen over the hatchlings and younger adults.  She was named for the Carl Sanburg poem, "Fog," and she takes her position of felinesque guardian of the brood quite seriously.<br/>The fog comes in<br/>on little cat feet.<br/>It sits looking<br/>over harbor and city<br/>on silent haunches<br/>and then moves on.