Rimemaw's very presence fills one with an explicable sense of tranquility and patience. Every move she makes exudes grace, weather she glides effortlessly through the heavens or lopes swiftly through the lands. The tuft of her tail leaves behind a barely visible trail of diamondiferous hoarfrost.

Abhorring adornments, this imperial is never seen wearing anything but her own scales. Her favorite activity consists of rolling in a very, very large pile of pinecones - claiming it does wonders for the draonic frame. Or so she claims, and manages to perfectly hide a smirk as she witnesses clanmates pick out sticky pinecones out of their manes.