Page 70 of Wings of Reverie

Can you please send more spider silk from the Bobbin Wood? Harps to string, need more. —Orion

Oh yes—could I requisition some, as well? I’m nearly finished with our blankets. —Stella

those cannot be finished soon enough. seems unfair that we are the worst sleepers in the winter woods. bringing some by tomorrow —morpheus

Stella: Dreaming Blankets and Assorted other Talismans

A small security blanket held in the hand, made with an alloy of dream-thread, has proven successful in helping human children suffering fromnightmares or night terrors. The blanket has been seen to ease children rapidly into sleep, improve the quality of their dreams, and reduce nightmares.

Dream-thread should be alloyed with flax or spider silk.[*] Fulling in moonlight, rather than melted ice, has proved most efficacious to prevent fraying.

For spider silk/dream-thread alloy: a ratio of 3:1 4:1 will preserve the integrity of the dream-thread longest. For flax/dream-thread alloy: a ratio of 3:2 flax to dream-thread is best.

Will consider dyeing the flax or spider-silk thread a color the child finds comforting. Once finished, the material may also be scented with resin, dried warm-season flowers, warming spices, etc.

It is generally preferable in any dream-alloyed textile (even one woven on a loom for weaving magical fibers, such as the Snow Globe Mountain workshop loom) that the warp be of natural fiber, leaving the magical fiber to be incorporated (along with natural fibers) as weft.

For dream dolls or stuffed animals, it is preferable to construct the shell from natural fibers. The pillow may then be stuffed with an alloy of unspun dream fiber and flax or snowy owl feathers.

Make sure not to use things said child is allergic to.

Itchy, sneezing children don’t sleep well. —Orion

Skip Notes

* Unalloyed dream-thread will, of course, fray and become unusable rapidly—all the more swiftly in the human world.

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Weaver read the dream journal again and again, and he was so obviously comforted by it that Periwinkle tried to be comforted, herself. But it felt wrong to be in the workshop with its glitter so dimmed, and once the fear left her body, Periwinkle felt completely drained.

She and Weaver had come to this place to get the spindle, and they’d found it, and more. But then she’d made a mistake. She couldn’t stop looking at the shaft entrance, where she’d brought everything crashing down.

Periwinkle didn’t know if they’d make it out of the workshop in time. She didn’t know if they’d make it out at all.