Wieland sighed, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for his new charges to settle down. He was, frankly, surprised at the outcome. Normally, the Dreamwalkers were men. They simply had a penchant for entering the Dreaming. He had not had two women under his ward for many, many years.<br/><br/>"Yes, the Dreaming. It's where you are, sort of," Wieland explained, his blue eyes flicking to each of the three Walkers. They lingered on the female in her underdress, before he silently goaded her to reach out, plucking an outfit for her from the confines of her mind to cover her. "<em>Most</em>of your body is still in your beds, sound asleep. You're dreaming, in a sense, but your consciousness is fully awake for it."<br/><br/>Not pausing to wait for the questions every new Walker had, he continued. "You are very special. For whatever reasons, you are much more in tune with the primordial world that you find yourself in, which we call the Dreaming. It is a world that was formed through the dreams of the living, and home to all kinds of denizens. Frankly, I don't feel like giving you a history lesson, so let's just cut to the chase.<br/><br/>"You're my charges. I'll be your guide in the Dreaming, and will be helping you in any way I can. My name is Wieland. I'm an Elfkin," he said, pointing to his long, pointed ears. "You can thank Tolkien for these. That guy was an annoying braggart when he was here.<br/><br/>"Anyway, if you'll just come to my desk, I can get your names and give you your Tethers." Sitting back behind his desk, he snapped his fingers, three violet coloured pieces of parchment appearing on him, along with three quilt pens, each feather a different colour. "Please, this way."