[FIN] Harmful if Swallowed [Dream Weaver and Fishbones]

[[.Lady of Shalott.]]

Dream Weaver motioned to the foxbun to gather some of the mushrooms that were by the stream. He had been a gift from her mother, and had proven quite useful. She was trying to mix a waking dream concoction - one in which the real world took a spin towards crazy. It was a popular one, and easy to make. Just a few mushrooms, some morning glory, maybe a little woodrose - and perfection!

She didn't tend to take the stuff herself- she preferred to analyze or dream while she slept.

The mush that she had on the rock would harden into a cake, and then just a lick or two for the desired effects. Some had even eaten a corner of it, which didn't turn out too bad.
















 

[[.Lady of Shalott.]]

Musing silently to herself, Dream Weaver wondered if she should add some berries for a colored effect. The mixture was currently an ugly puce color, but some red berries might change that a little. Liven it up, maybe.

But before she could change that thought into a command, she realized her dear Fish Sticks had brought a visitor with him.

"Yes, he is my foxbun. A gift, from my mother. May I ask who you are?"

She was cautious by design, especially when concocting.
 

[[.Lady of Shalott.]]

So he was just a curious buck who had strayed to far from the path? Well, she could entertain him for a while.

"I am Dream Weaver, and I am making a mixture that brings waking dreams. It is not quite ready yet, though."

With a quick tilt of the head and tap of the hoof, the foxbun was off again, into the jungle to find some berries.
 

[[.Lady of Shalott.]]

He was a curious buck who had not seen much of the swamp, obviously! She would have to enlighten him, then.

"Waking dreams," she started, "are when you are awake but the swamp becomes like a dream to you - and only you. Some kimeti see animals talking to them, or trees, or just see lights dancing around."

She paused, mulling over her next thought.

"Each kimeti is different, and as no two have the same name, no two have the same waking dream."
 

[[.Lady of Shalott.]]

Knot thought about the answer for a moment before gathering the strands that would make it up.

"For some kimeti, the dreams are only that-dreams. Sometimes, however, the dreams hold very significant meaning," she paused for emphasis, "as if they were sent by the Motherfather itself!"

She studied the buck for a moment, and continued, "I am Dream Weaver, and on the occasion that a dream is sent, I do what I can to weave the meaning. That rarely happens though. The Motherfather has been quiet recently."

Her foxbun had returned, and she began to mix the berries into the paste, turning it a bright orange.
 

[[.Lady of Shalott.]]

"If they have come looking for my service in that specific manner, then I know it has importance. Or if the dream does not sit well with them, or if they feel themselves it has importance." She continued mixing the paste, spreading it out evenly on the rock.

"Every dream has some modicum of meaning, whether it is life changing or not depends on the Motherfather. It gives us our dreams and I do what I can to translate. Maybe I am right, or maybe I am wrong, but I offer what little comfort I can."
 

[[.Lady of Shalott.]]

The buck turned and left, certainly more confused than when he arrived. Hers was a confusing art, but a satisfying one. She watched him, for as far as she could, and wondered what had brought him to her, and whether he had been satisfied, or if it was the Motherfather who would be satisfied.

It would be hard to tell, but maybe her dreams would tell her tonight. Or perhaps, only he would know in his dreams. She had a fickle fancy, the swamp.