DreamwalkerFae

Snippits from the inspiration page that I might use.

With the right hardware, dreamcatchers can store and transfer dreams. Dreamharvesters, they call them. You can do an awful lot with a hard drive full of dreams.

Nobody had ever stopped to ask the obvious question… A question so obvious it had become more obscure than the grains of sand that filled his eyes at night.

There's the old superstition of the spotted hyena, which describes its yipping as something like human laughter - the idea that it reflects either malice or amusement on the animal's part. This is well known.

It is of course a mis-conception. What's somewhat less well-known is that the hyena is just a body produced by the laughter to warn off competitors.

Ideas I have for myself.

Play with the idea that human kind started off whole, but jealous gods tore them in two and scattered them around the world, so that they will always be looking for their other half.


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Every now and again, someone will find a spot where nature has seen fit to carve a perfect amphitheater from its dominion. Sometimes these chambers are so well built that it seems an Echo could carry on forever. The few places where this is actually true are highly favored by various Sounds, as they are often conductive to long and prosperous lives.

It was with great merriment that the Laughters of the Southern Plains celebrated their good fortunes, as well as anything else they could think of, in the Cave of Music. They danced twirlingly through the air with spritely forms that would make even some of the most esteemed princesses of the land green with envy. Their den was filled with various joys and treasures; dolls, books, gold, jewels, embroidery.

While in the middle of their roaring frivolities, they detected the approach of the unknown guest. Muffling their enthusiasm, they withdrew to the shadows to see who this stranger was and what tidings they might bring. A a hunter stalked into the cave, muttering something about hyenas under his breath. His careful approach was interrupted by a small stumbling block at the base of his feet. He cursed loudly, just before he noticed the argent sheen of the stone. His expression changed from one of anger to confusion to delight as he looked around the room, and it wasn't long before a whoop of joy erupted from his lips.

Hearing their signal, the Laughters glanced slyly between one another, just before peeling some of the shade and dust from the cavern walls. They began to shape the dark into vessels, and lowered themselves into the dusty sleeves.

The hunter spun around in terror as he heard the first laugh echo from the darkness at the back of the cave. He counted one, two, three… too many pairs of eyes moving closer to him. He shook his spear and shouted at the beasts, but their yips and howls continued. Eventually, he decided it better to run and lose the hunt than to stay and lose a life.

With her master gone, the Laughters shed their flimsy bodies and helped the hunter's Laugh to her feet. She was a younger woman, and her skin had a healthy glow about it, as if someone was continually shining a light off of her. With their interruption over and a new sister in their midst, the Laughters resumed their party, and haunting cries could be heard from the cave for many nights.

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