It's only matter of Time...

Her name is Tourniquet

"Tourniquet." Karl murmurs, stroking his little Dragon along her back. She croons and arches, clearly enjoying the affection. "She says her name is Tourniquet." Sitting on his shoulders, he has two Fire Lizards that creel and demand the same affection. Karl does his best, however he only has so many hands. One of the little creatures is green, small red flecks scattered and hidden across her throat and underbelly. The other one is brown, with shades of amber and silver on his neck and wings. Small, little things that grow to the size of a large parrot, but loyal, fierce companions. After the Hatching, Dream had brought them to a place where the ones left unchosen or unable to fly with a Dragon nestled in the base of the mountain. There, Sam managed to gain a gryphon and four fire lizards. Everyone else got two or three, and Karl has named his green one Anjax, after the Enderian word the Fire Lizards are referred to as, and the brown one is Rykk. "After a few hours, your Dragons will tell you their names, which then solidifies the connection between Dragon and Rider. Then, that begins what we call the Tethering, where you grow a closer relationship with your Dragon. They won't truly speak to you again, not until this process has progressed by quite a while." Dream explains, walking a few feet ahead of their group. "Is there like, a sort of time frame this happens in?" Punz inquires, and Dream slows his gait momentarily to think. "Sometime between 2 to 3 years." He answers, and Bad glances at the others for a moment. "As much as I love it here, shouldn't we be focused on getting home...?" He asks, the Wyvern he's bonded to balancing on his arm, tail loosely coiled around his neck (in case he overbalances) chirruping at him as if agreeing. "Well, yes, but there isn't much we can truly DO to speed that up. Usually, I'm supposed to follow a certain set of events, and when that's all over, THEN I come back home. This...is a bit of a special case. For one, it's only ever been me doing the Time Travelling, and it's never been like...this. There's been an underlying issue, a story or theme, if you will, but this is more complex in that I can't wholly figure it out yet. We're guests here, sure, but for the most part, there isn't any big problem." Karl replies, half talking to himself. "If I may cut in, in this time and era, we are at war with the humans, fighting to keep Cinna and the Hybrids safe. Perhaps you have some part in all of that? You've been here for only a matter of days and now you have dragons, after all. Clearly, the Will of Ethrys has use for you." Dream offers, moving to look at Karl while he speaks. "You keep mentioning this 'Will of Ethrys' thing. What is it?" Technoblade asks, and while the question is directed at Dream, it's Ranboo who answers him. "Uh, well, Ethrys is supposedly a goddess, according to Enderian legend. The Lady of Light, and credited with making the tie between Enderian language and Elvish magic and spells. Not only that, but it's said that she created Time Magic itself, and linked it to all other Magics involved. So the 'Will of Ethrys' is basically just a fancy term for 'Fate' or 'As It's Meant To Be'." He explains, sounding more sure of himself as he continues the explanation, though still looks very shy and unwilling. "You sure know your history, Enderian. Who taught you?" Dream comments, and the younger Hybrid twitches his tail. "I uh, read a lot of old stories." He admits, and from everything Karl has come to understand and know of the boy, makes plenty of sense. "That may be useful...we're here, though, so we'll have to talk later." Dream has led them to a set of massive doors, birch wood instead of the dark oak of the library's, with golden patterns of dragons engraved within the surface. The man opens them, and leads them into what is obviously a dining hall. There's a long, spruce table in the middle of the room, a set of slightly grey-tinted windows that stretch from the floor to the ceiling, and shroomlights carefully carved and formed into chandeliers to give plenty of light, but still not too much. "It is traditional to hold a feast of sorts after a Hatching, so that the older Nejovik can meet the newer ones, and vice versa. Besides, your Dragons–and gryphon–must be hungry." Dream states, and in confirmation, Tourniquet chitters, expressing her empty belly's woes. The masked man motions towards the table. "Come, sit. The others will arrive shortly."