Aria dragons are a brightly-colored and sprightly breed, perhaps most adored for their lyric calls. Their song-like melodies fill the areas they inhabit; their coos resemble those of birds, only more elegant and refined. They have fairly strong magical capabilities, but tend to reserve these strengths for last-minute defense, choosing to live their lives in simple peace. Arias, sticking to the tropics, typically live quite far from human settlements, giving rise to the previously held belief that they had gone extinct.

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.

In Aquebecker, space, building materials, and labor are plentiful. Most folks live in a house, condo, or apartment here, although many dragons are traditional and live in caves. Tunesmith isn't the only homeless denizen, but she is the only one who's intentionally, not-temporarily homeless. Her reason for this decision is no more concrete than "'Cuz I want to see what happens". She does have a pile of duvets to lie on (and under), and that seems to be good enough. Her other possession is a big box on wheels that contains a bunch of stuff that's ever growing... as in the contents grow on their own. Observers claim to have witnessed the mishmash of knickknacks expand by themselves, and the way some of them apparently jitter causes great discomfort. The box contains some valuable things, and Tunesmith leaves it unguarded when she goes to work, but no one's ever felt inclined to steal her stuff due to the scary tales about the box and about the "real reason" she refuses proper housing.