The blue bird
Arieth, the blue bird. The figure from a dream that started it all. It has probably been about 10 years since I had that strange dream of the dancing blue bird. Now this dream, in part, is in writing, forming part of the prologue.
It’s strange how dreams can influence you. A bad dream can set your whole day off on the wrong foot, while I good one can have you cheerily whistling to work. (Not that I have ever whistled to work)
In the case of this dream, it triggered an idea, which I slowly fleshed out. So it was one of the good dreams, but does it make up for the dreams where my teeth are being pulled out? Probably not!