Thistle has been prepared as a vessel - and whether she is ready or not, the dreaming comes pouring in! Lifetimes flash before her eyes! She was once little more than a tinker sprite, barely more than a Neverlander is today, brought to life by the dream of a mortal who built something new. When an early tool went awry and broke into pieces, but in doing so inspired the wielder to re-combine them into something new and BETTER, the spark now known as Thistle was born!
Like all others who didn't flee like Farshtunken cowards, she took the changeling way! Life after life, spent living with mortals.
She remembers INFUSION! Musing early astronomers who found ways to use specially ground glass to see the stars, and coaxed the most curious of wisps who sought to Find that they might live within and power the magic!
Changing and rebuilding the very building blocks of the dreaming, turning mortal dreck into what she WANTED it to be, transmuting it with the magic of creation - not that touchy-feely spring stuff, but REAL creation, built by sweat and toil, blood and oil, from the ground up!
She remembers PYRETICS! Deep in the mines, she fought and bested demon chimera that would dare block the way of progress. They may be made of flame, but she is it's friend and master! The very fires of the Earth coming at her beck and call!
She remembers WAYFARE! The art of travel, and escape! Lives when she traveled, a Tinker not only in name but in family band, living on the edge with wits and guile to keep her family safe, and make it to the next town. Not only a job, but a lifestyle, a people.
But she also remembers an art that is not drawn from the dreaming and molded only by Kithain, but was first discovered by Mortals - the magic of chemicals and reagents! The fae followed suit, and turned it to use for chimerical means. She remembers mixing noxious vials, strange powders, precious elixers - seeking medicine, the philosopher's stone, or just the thrill of alchemical discovery! There was nothing she did not try to concoct and brew - a wizard of chemicals long before the terms Science or Chemistry existed.
She remembers ALCHEMY!
She created, she invented, and yes, failed! Oh, the beautiful, terrible failures! It is not a meltdown, it is an opportunity! In each tragic destruction, she can rise again. You never know how something will work until you press it to failure - how else can you find the weak points, and rebuild it! Stronger! Faster! BETTER!
She is Katrina Smith, she is Thistle, and she is a NOCKER, God furkin' Damnit! Of course, her TRUE name is known only to the namer...