Dream Weaver

[cuckooed]

Who: Koel, OPEN
When: After the Ringmaster's request, 10/19-10/21
Where: Cookhouse/ Supervisor Trailer 2
What: When she's not training, she's making dreamcatchers and...supervising other things
Warnings: Nothing so far - will edit if needed!

[One wonders when Koel ever sleeps. When she's not cooking, she's maintaining the tools, checking the stoves, checking the deep fryers, writing out the menus for the next day for the Cookhouse. Training her tiny new crew. Showing them the ropes. And, now, making dreamcatchers at one of the Cookhouse tables when cleaning the meals and utensils had finished, her gnarled hands working the beading and gems and mesh and feathers. She seems intensely concentrated on her work, no matter what she does.

A boon is a boon, after all.

So, it might be a surprise that the lights are on in her trailer at points in the night and early morning. Her silhouette can be seen through the windows, sitting down for long periods of time, sometimes standing and pacing. What is she doing? And when does she get sleep?

...Does she sleep?]

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[dorkypantsuit]

[Psi is spending his time focusing on the dream catchers as well. The ones he makes are small, maybe 5 inches across, but they actually look okay. Most are mediocre, but he seems to be getting better at least.]

You know, we don't have these on Alternia.

[cuckooed]

...Somehow, that doesn't surprise me.

[Ah, Alternia. The land where dreams go to get beaten to death by some dreary power-hungry empress. She's heard enough of that place to know that calling it a hellhole is being too complimentary.]

You are getting the hang of it, though.

[dorkypantsuit]

[He smiles at her.]

Thanks. But I feel like I won't really be getting the hang of it until I can do it hands free.

[He winks at her, his hands glowing purple briefly to demonstrate what he means.]

Have you ever used one of these before?

[cuckooed]

Not personally, no. I had a cousin, once, who collected them.

[Once. Several identities ago.]

My own sleep tends to be dreamless.

[dorkypantsuit]

That sounds nice.

[Dreamless sleep, that's something he'd certainly enjoy.]

Not the collecting I mean, not having dreams.

Though I guess if they were made by someone better than me I wouldn't mind collecting them either.

[cuckooed]

It can be.

[Though at other times, she does wonder if she would ever have her own dreams. Not always. Once in awhile. The sheer thrill of such illogical things to have at night...]

I think you'd do just fine with enough practice, personally, dear.

[dorkypantsuit]

Well thank you, I'll certainly try.

[Still, he didn't know if he had enough patience to get actually good at it.]

It's kind of calming, I guess. If you stop thinking about how easy it is to mess up. Do people make a lot of these sorts of things where you're from?

[cuckooed]

Quite a few stores have them, actually. Most of them are a bit cheap.

[Tying a feather on.]

Its seen as a native thing, and a fad for teens.