Cloudplume Dragons are as warm and friendly as they look. Living in groups of ten to twenty, these dragons make their home in snowy mountains, where their white feathers fit right in with the environment. During their waking hours, they spread out to fly all over the mountains and nearby plains and forests, collecting mana, exploring, and greeting whoever they happen to meet. When they need to rest, they return to the snowy slopes and curl up together. While a single Cloudplume can blast an air breath at attackers to make their escape, a group of Cloudplumes will stick close, feathers puffed up and the large feathers on their backs raised high and quivering, becoming one giant, bristling mass to intimidate the attacker away from their home. Smaller creatures—and some not so small—often get in between the resting dragons for warmth and protection, and the Cloudplumes welcome such guests. During summertime, these dragons fly higher up to the mountaintops where the air stays cool, mingling with the clouds.

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.

Voted leader of the local Cloudplume flock, Eilmavma is a common sight in, around, and above the Scrollkeeper's Vale. She takes pride in her position, even though Cloudplumes aren't exactly the hardest to manage of dragon breeds, that gives her plenty of time to accomplish her other self-appointed duty.

While Eilmavma is not on the council of the Air-Lords, they are a far flung elemental clan and said council rarely convenes. Answers must be eked out of each dragon individually, and going to their lairs and cornering them until they vote is a viable, and faster option. When Eilmavma hears the Scrollkeeper or the High Council frazzling over this or that dragon's aloofness over summons, she willingly and quietly goes off on a journey to force them through.

She likes it when she's relied upon, and she loves praise for moving mountains. Nobody has to ask for her help—she's already gone and begun without a word.