The self-proclaimed Last Dreamender is a Shapeslipping gnostic practitioner working in the liminal spaces of duskland and Hellion territory. Their location and appearance vary, and they can only be found by those they seek out. According to the Dreamender, their first and craft names are both lost to time, unknown even to them, because no one else survives of the original Dreamenders, and so their name has not been spoken in ages.
INT. HELIOS - THE HUT OF THE DREAMENDER
Inside, through a flickering beaded curtain, a brown and violet snake large as an anaconda weaves through a complex tree trunk shaped like wooden webbing. The snake makes eye contact with Cinder.
THE DREAMENDER
(as if they’ve met)
Evener.
CINDER
(correcting)
Fyrie.
THE DREAMENDER
You ride the evening of the sphere. It calls you Evener.
THE DREAMENDER
You are the one wishing, others you’d nay be here.
THE DREAMENDER
Eveners call dragons gods. Wanted you to trust.
It transforms into a twin of Ash, but black skinned and violet-haired--casting the prior look as a SNAKESKIN.
THE DREAMENDER
Mm. It's been so long... I can no longer recall. All who would remember me are dead. Every other Dreamender, all dead. No one left to mend these dreams or face.
CINDER
The Worldbreather's glue is irony.
THE DREAMENDER
“Irony”: a word for sight invented by the blind. What brings you here to muss my threshold, Evener?
CINDER
One of my boys. The one whose face you borrow--
THE DREAMENDER
This face is mine, as all are. It is your son who borrows it.
CINDER
He needs your talents.
THE DREAMENDER
A dream to mend or dream to end?
CINDER
We will accept your judgment as the best. I feel he leaps at shadows.
THE DREAMENDER
And we do not?
CINDER
He is sick. His father says you are the one to help him. That your people mend minds.
THE DREAMENDER
Mm. All but our own. You may bring him to me, and we shall see.
