Wisteria Dragons are gentle, forest-dwelling dragons named for the wisteria that they weave into their fur. The flowers grow lusher and more beautiful as a result of the proximity to the dragon’s life mana, and in turn become a source of pride and honor for each Wisteria Dragon. Each dragon’s specific arrangement of flowers is unique, and it is uncommon for more than one Wisteria Dragon to ever be recorded in the same section of a forest. Despite their solitary nature, many have said that setting out a small offering of flowers by the edge of a forest on a sunny day is enough to cause these dragons to appear—although most see only a blur of bright purple flitting between the trees. Even such brief sightings are thought to bring health and longevity to a lucky observer.

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.

Wisteriawounds lives in the sparse evergreen forest that stretches up into the very tallest peaks of the Val'Direan range. His fur grows in heavier than most Wisteria dragons due to the elevation of his home forest, but it's the one sliver of the world where the territories of his parents overlap.

As a Wisteria, following his mother's blood, he was hatched into the Weyr of Soft Flowers, raised in the gentle, secret laughter of the coastal Weyr's alliance of dragons. But his father, Curewounds, is an Astralophyne, and when Wisteriawounds was fully grown, his father swore him to secrecy and brought him to the hidden colony of dragons living in the clouds that hide the tallest peak of Val'Direa itself. There, dragons live in coalition with other hidden draconic Cities of Snow and Cloud perched on other peaks.

This leaves Wisteriawounds a bit torn between the two: half cloud, half flower. Half sky, half forest.

He cherishes his thin and cloudy wood, filling his days with love and quiet.