"Oh, no. Banality is... doing your taxes, waiting around in the DMV or in the lobby of a hospital, doing drudge work where you're not allowed to pass the time even with headphones."
A glance at Yondu and all his... space-biker blueness has Tannusen clarifying, "...It's boredom. And my kind are made of dreams and nightmares, fed by the creativity of the mortals around us. Every time a big-shot artist has claimed to have a muse, it's been one of us who scored a jackpot meal-ticket."
Whether they'd thought of their muse as a person, or as a concept, there was almost always a Fae behind the curtain egging them on.
"The Dreaming is where all that creativity and excitement and dreams come from. Some Faerie think machines are inherently banal, but I don't. The right machine in the right hands inspires. My motorcycle sucked up so much Glamour over the years with me that when I paid some Nockers to make it sentient, it took to their magic like a sponge. Turned into a kirin who could possibly whoop my ass if I didn't just teleport him into the nearest panty store, mid-attack."
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A glance at Yondu and all his... space-biker blueness has Tannusen clarifying, "...It's boredom. And my kind are made of dreams and nightmares, fed by the creativity of the mortals around us. Every time a big-shot artist has claimed to have a muse, it's been one of us who scored a jackpot meal-ticket."
Whether they'd thought of their muse as a person, or as a concept, there was almost always a Fae behind the curtain egging them on.
"The Dreaming is where all that creativity and excitement and dreams come from. Some Faerie think machines are inherently banal, but I don't. The right machine in the right hands inspires. My motorcycle sucked up so much Glamour over the years with me that when I paid some Nockers to make it sentient, it took to their magic like a sponge. Turned into a kirin who could possibly whoop my ass if I didn't just teleport him into the nearest panty store, mid-attack."