Floral-Crowned Dragons are easily identified by the symbiotic plants growing around their faces and on the tips of their tails. They all give off a strong, pheromone-laced perfume from their greenery—though the specific scent is highly variable. Some smell like strongly scented flowers, some have an almost fruity smell, and others may even smell like freshly cut hay. These dragons are friendly and social, and maintain familial and friendly bonds by giving gifts and mutual grooming. Although they choose a new mate every year, they become invested in courtship and pair bonding during the spring breeding season. The best way to a Floral-Crowned Dragon’s heart is to present them with flowers—large or small, bright or dull, smelling like fine perfume or rotten meat—the dragon will accept them all, and prolong their life with their magic. Although some dragons may accumulate thousands of flowers from multiple suitors, only when one has picked a mate will a Floral-Crowned Dragon return the favor, often plucking a blossom from their own crest to give to the new partner.

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.

Like his cousins and brothers, sons of the Old Lords Dionysus and Bacchus, Snow Settling on the Glass is named for the first time he fell in love.

He was older than he expected to be, and it was winter. Not the melting kind of winter he hatched in, but the early, harsh ice that killed what remained of the fall. In that biting cold, he met her, and he fell in love. She gleamed white even in the sharp snow, her serious golden eyes shining beneath a crown of green. She draped herself in the pine trees, a Garland who made the world brighter for existing.

She was celebrating with a small town of humans, some festival about light in the darkness, but Snow Settling on the Glass did not care. He rested by the fire for her only, to listen to her voice while the snow fell on the humans' little lanterns. They were not what kept the darkness away. She was.

By nature they cannot be together for more than a few days each year, in her early ice and in his melting chill. It is enough to be hers then.