Seasonal Dragons take on the characteristics of the season during which they are born. Thus, eggs that are laid in spring match the pink flowers and green buds of spring, and those that are laid in the summer grow to depict the bright green of the forest trees and the yellow of the sun. Eggs laid in autumn display the bright colors of leaves falling from trees, and those that are laid during winter take on the appearance of the icy snow.

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.

NowG7 lives in the present. He never plans for the future and seems to lack any recollections of the past. He lives by himself, happily smelling the wildflowers in his little patch of savanna to the northeast of the Voiceless Desert. His favorites are a red, spikey plant he calls an 'artist's paintbrush', which blooms among rocky crags under the constant exposure to his gentle springtime magic. He is almost as pacifistic as a white, though he struggles with manners and just about everything related to high society. There is nothing material that he wants and shows no special interest in females. He absolutely loves to sing, spending almost all of his time humming and thrumming catchy tunes. The only thing that hints at his world being less than perfect is the bizarre reaction he has to the song of a nightingale. Blunnyrm, with whom he is well acquainted, says there is a story behind that, involving another spring dragon: Sweeney. She has bad memories and will not talk about it, either.