Stratos Dragons resemble sea dragons, but these massive creatures are far too buoyant to swim in the water. Instead, Stratos Dragons use air mana accumulated in their scales to live high up in the skies from the moment they mature enough to leave the ground, only ever returning to the ground in open spaces or very high elevations to lay their eggs. The underside of a Stratos is covered in reflective scales that slowly shift colors throughout the day to mirror the sky and the clouds above, serving as camouflage. Young Stratos consume anything that will fit in their mouths, and are especially drawn to air mana, but adult Stratos are difficult to observe and not much is known about what they eat or where they continue to gain mana. Corpses of grown Stratos dragons have been found with an incredible amount of crystallized light and air mana embedded in their backs, and it is thought that they fly so high up as they would otherwise be a delicacy to many of the more mana-hungry dragon breeds.

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.

Whenever Paralipomenon is seen at ground level, he's always at the entrance or lobby of the Cihui Reference Organization, attempting to become a dictionary person. He knows little about the CRO, but he wants to write the dictionary so he can be the decider of how words are used. When he was a child, he started an argument with one of his daycare cohorts, a discerning isotope. Discerning means stupid, and isotope means stupidhead. The nerd told him that he can't just use words and phrases without knowing what they mean. He lost that argument, but he vowed that he would one day be the one to decide how words are defined: he'll rewrite reality, in a way. Whenever Paralipomenon speaks to a CRO member or submits an application, he states clearly what he wants from the job and doesn't understand why they keep turning him down. Most people there regard him with amusement and wonder what he does during his free time not spent pestering them.