Flamingo Wyverns are so named for their resemblance to the tropical birds with whom they often share territory. Their most striking feature is the bony black crest over their faces and snouts, smaller in females, aiding both in digging up food and protection from attack. Females are noticeably brighter than males due to their habit of not straying far from particularly algae-rich feeding grounds.

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.

The Flamingoes' swamp once possessed a certain beauty, for it flourished in the damp sunlight and wallowing stench. Insects with glittering wings buzzed under the branches of gnarled trees, and a rare flower occasionally opened its colorful bell to the sun. Few would venture near the swamp, but to the Flamingoes, it was paradise. Until the sun's rays grew with intensity, starving the swamp of its stagnant pools that were more precious than gold. The trees seemed to be stretching their roots for the water as in vain, they let go of their leaves so one part of them may reach it before they died. The myriad of birds who had once populated the swamp left, and the Flamingoes with them. But Rosazara stayed, desperate to protect her only home. She guards the shrinking piece of wetland as fiercely as a mother protecting her child, waiting, always waiting for the drought to end. The hum of insect wings, the hum of life, is gone. The swamp itself has given up. But Rosazara will never loose hope.