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.

Cloudplume. Oh, Cloudplume.

It's unusual to see a dragon named for his breed, but that's exactly Cloudplume's fate, which has irked him since he was old enough to know why he got sidelong looks from other grown members of his Clan when they heard his name.

Really, it's quite outrageous that he keeps the name. He could try to change it, he knows; others have, before. But at this point, most of his Clanmates know him too well by this name and it just doesn't seem worth the trouble.

Besides, he's got other things on his mind. Lately, Cloudplume has been seeing a new Old One around, a fiery purple dragon who calls herself Lady Kore. She's vain and petty and so much fun to be around that Cloudplume has absolutely forgotten the quirk of his name, and he's mainly been thinking about how he can see her again, impress her, make her smile. She never giggles when she says his name.

Lady Kore doesn't seem inclined to monogamy, but Cloudplume is well pleased with all of her company he can get.