Shadow Walkers are a strange breed that possess the ability to slip between the planes of reality, becoming immaterial. This allows them to hide in the shadows, either hunting from the concealment of near invisibility or evading enemies. Though they become corporeal to mate or to eat, they spend most of the rest of their lives walking in the shadows. Shadow Walkers are wary creatures, though on dark autumn evenings when the leaves fall to swirl in the chill, rain damp air, they may be seen drifting out from the shadows.

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.

It was a tragedy of sorts, it could be claimed. At least, that's what everyone told Buffy. The flowers and pitying glances never seemed to stop, and everyone was going out of their way to help her, happily covering one of her shifts or giving her a break every time she needed it. If she even frowned for so much as a second, there would be countless worried dragons on her tail, constantly questioning if she was ok, and she could hear the concerned whispers that lingered around corners. The constant caring, the constant attention  Buffy doesn't understand the big deal. They died. It was over. There was no point in grieving, or missing them, as it wouldn't exactly bring them back. Yet the constant mothering remains, and Buffy feels no need to have to explain herself who those who have taken it upon themselves to intrude in her emotions. She doesn't need anybody, or anything. She's a survivor. She can, and will do it. She's fine on her own. Just fine.