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.

Fanzine is an excitable and optimistic amateur poet, whose literary interests occasionally take her outside Pena Mountain, where she meets other enthusiasts to discuss and share their writing. She has no memory of any time from her late childhood to full-size adulthood, as if she went from a hatchling to her current form in a blink. She believes she was cursed to age quickly by some sort of magical, dangerously powerful, wizardly... thing, while her groupmates at Pena contend that she's just a late bloomer with memory loss that covers a specific period of her lifetime. Within the throng of cloudplumes, Fanzine is easily recognizable by her yellow kokoshnik. It's an item completely foreign to her but of significance to the person who gifted it to her. It's very pretty, and she appreciates the gesture, so she wears it every day.