Black Capped Teimarr are a small and sociable breed of dragon with an appetite for seafood. They can commonly be seen flitting around sand dunes and tidal marshes, searching for crabs and other aquatic invertebrates, or cavorting in tidal pools in hopes of finding landlocked fish. Because of their large wing-to-body size, they are excellent long distance fliers and are known to migrate hundreds of miles along coastlines, or even across open sea to outlying islands in search of seasonal delicacies such as bird eggs, fledglings and schooling bait fish. The males are easily distinguished by their large jousting horns and their extendable neck frill, which they show off to the females through enthusiastic head bobbing.

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.

As an egg, Blanket was a forest clan's sacrifice to the Honey Roast Goddess (or something) and was to be smashed with an ingot and fried on the altar at dawn. In swooped an adventuring dragon, who snatched the egg from under the priests' snouts, unknowingly rescuing Blanket from a warm and scrambled demise. His savior apparently thought he was some kind of gem and meant to sell it, but he soon became her dearest treasure. His whole childhood was spent on the move, evading things from loose-cannon coppers to bounty hunters, and the two took respite in places where vicious dragons, hostile spirits, and disease and parasites ran wild. At forty, Blanket was more than ready to settle down. He picked a community west of Mt. Pena, and his mother left to continue traveling. It took months to convince everyone that he had enough action for a lifetime and only wished for peace. Blanket is now a garbage collector. He occasionally receives letters from his mother, and some years, she even visits.