Among the most elusive of dragon breeds are the Aeon Wyverns, a breed whose innate control over time mana marks them singular and great. They are able to peer into the multi-dimensional plane of time, seeing all that is, all that has been, and all that could be—within a small localized zone. When utilizing particularly strong magic, the black markings carved into an Aeon’s body glow a bright cyan, painting them in an ethereal blue light. In the past, they have been sought after as oracles to bring swift resolutions to major conflicts, but it is in exactly such sorts of times that they are nowhere to be found; rather than influence the outcome, Aeons much prefer to allow the natural order of things to progress, however grim that may be.

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.

Tek-a-Vel is an optimist. When he looks into the future he always feels certain that only the best possibilities will occur; he's sure the worst possible things won't come. As a wyrmling he used his powers to stare into the past and future and pretended that his siblings were his friends, even though the older two were already grown and his younger was yet unlaid. When he matured, he took the responsibility of caring for his paranoid older brother, Reeku.

All of his family are singers; Tek-a-Vel is no exception. His song is the following:

Cyclic time is always changing,

Nothing halts the rearranging;

Each new darkness brings a light

There's no need to suffer fright.

Through each insubstantial instant

Love will be the only constant

Holding families close together,

Through both clear and foul weather

Times of plenty and of blight.

Wyrmlings grow and ancients weaken,

Lit by one unchanging beacon -

Kingdoms often quickly tumble,

Even mountains slowly crumble:

Love alone retains its might.