Artist’s note:
 
 
Time Turner walks to the edge of the cliff looking out over the land. He sighs, running his hands through his already messy hair. Shaking his head, he turns away and starts to walk away, when the ground unexpectedly crumbles underneath him. He scrambles for a grip on the cliffside, but fail to find a handhold as he falls.  
Suddenly his wrists are grabbed, and he’s yanked forcefully up, some envelopes falling past him. He looks up to see a girl with blond hair and golden eyes pointing in different directions.  
“Time Turner, we can’t keep meeting with you falling off stuff.” She says, laughing lightly.  
“Bloody Hell…” He whispers breathlessly. “Yeah, that would certainly be preferable, wouldn’t it Ditzy?”  

 
A quick (humanized) sketchy pic from my story with Time Turner and Ditzy.
 
For a little clarification; in my humanizations, unicorns can still do magic, and Pegasi still have wings.
 
For clarification on the story; I don’t have Time Turner being a Time Lord (hence why I’m calling him Time Turner and not Doctor Whooves), but he’s still a time traveler (and has a british accent, but that’s just because I like british accents).