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Jotting down an idea which was a plot point in one of my quite complex dreams. Dewdrops (or some accumulation of moisture which strongly resembled a dewdrop) exposed to certain magical conditions for an extended period of time[1] (in this instance accidentally caught in the scales of a wounded dragon) can grow entire miniature worlds inside them. From these worlds energy can be drawn in this instance there was a symbiotic relationship between the growing world which, unnoticed, drew magical and emotional energy from the dragon to form and returned a different sort of energy which aided in his healing[2].
[1] extrapolation: or if properly collected and nurtured
[2] an ability just asking to be exploited by an ambitious spellcaster
This was really just a side note about history in the dream itself, which was about a sort of druidic order of fae native to the tiny world dealing with some sort of impending doom to said world. But it was close enough to the end of the dream that it stuck with me. I remeber a few other snippets.
- The dream was one of those things where sometimes you are reading it in a book and sometimes you are right in there where it is happening.
- The book had been written by the lady in Wellington I've mentioned in a few posts recently ;)
- the pages of the book were incredibly intricate wood carvings illustrating the scene which was written about in the words woven through the pages
- occasionally an early-readers note of encouragement had slipped into the text, seeming quite out of place but also sweet
- there was some beautiful stained glass in there somewhere, but I think that was only when "I" was fully immersed in the world
- I was really clumsy and the wood carvings were really fine and fragile; decorative pieces kept breaking under my fingers :(
- depending on the scale at the time the book sometimes doubled as a storage cabinet; for example a wagon was full of chests of valuables; the chests could be opened and contained ("real" world) board games and puzzles.
- the particular goddess of the world whom the druidic order were trying to awaken/summon to ask for help/advice/to warn all the inhabitants of the world was some form of force of nature
- the druids themselves (including the main characters of the book) were humanoid on the upper half and varying animal/fish/squidlike in the lower half, but could switch to a form with human legs and the other part resembling a skirt at will depending on what environment they found themselves in. Some had wings but not all.
- The main characters ranged from the leader of the order to some sort of wild urban child with a /very/ loud voice to a recent initiate who despite being amazingly talented in a number of areas had shunned them in favour of an area she? did not excel in and it had taken years of hard study before graduation (the order was large enough to run some sort of university); because of this they were "looked at sideways" by most of the of the order, but were nevertheless the one in correct place in the order hierarchy to perform much of the ritual.
[1] extrapolation: or if properly collected and nurtured
[2] an ability just asking to be exploited by an ambitious spellcaster
This was really just a side note about history in the dream itself, which was about a sort of druidic order of fae native to the tiny world dealing with some sort of impending doom to said world. But it was close enough to the end of the dream that it stuck with me. I remeber a few other snippets.
- The dream was one of those things where sometimes you are reading it in a book and sometimes you are right in there where it is happening.
- The book had been written by the lady in Wellington I've mentioned in a few posts recently ;)
- the pages of the book were incredibly intricate wood carvings illustrating the scene which was written about in the words woven through the pages
- occasionally an early-readers note of encouragement had slipped into the text, seeming quite out of place but also sweet
- there was some beautiful stained glass in there somewhere, but I think that was only when "I" was fully immersed in the world
- I was really clumsy and the wood carvings were really fine and fragile; decorative pieces kept breaking under my fingers :(
- depending on the scale at the time the book sometimes doubled as a storage cabinet; for example a wagon was full of chests of valuables; the chests could be opened and contained ("real" world) board games and puzzles.
- the particular goddess of the world whom the druidic order were trying to awaken/summon to ask for help/advice/to warn all the inhabitants of the world was some form of force of nature
- the druids themselves (including the main characters of the book) were humanoid on the upper half and varying animal/fish/squidlike in the lower half, but could switch to a form with human legs and the other part resembling a skirt at will depending on what environment they found themselves in. Some had wings but not all.
- The main characters ranged from the leader of the order to some sort of wild urban child with a /very/ loud voice to a recent initiate who despite being amazingly talented in a number of areas had shunned them in favour of an area she? did not excel in and it had taken years of hard study before graduation (the order was large enough to run some sort of university); because of this they were "looked at sideways" by most of the of the order, but were nevertheless the one in correct place in the order hierarchy to perform much of the ritual.
