In Breton folklore, a Korrigan is a female fairy or dwarf-like spirit. Korr means dwarf and ig is a diminutive and the suffix an is an hypocoristic.
Korrigans have beautiful hair and red flashing eyes. They are sometimes described as important princesses or druidesses who were opposed to Christianity when the Apostles came to convert Brittany. They hate priests, churches, and especially the Virgin Mary. They can predict the future, change shape, and move at lightning speed. Like sirens and mermaids, they sing and comb their long hair, and they haunt fountains and wells. They have the power of making men fall in love with them, but they then kill the ones who do. In many popular tales, they are eager to deceive the imprudent mortals who see them dancing or looking after a treasure, and fond of stealing human children, substituting them with changelings. On the night of 31st October (All Souls' Night), they are said to be lurking near dolmens, waiting for victims.

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Been have bazaar dreams . last night was a night of the Korrigan. Found a way to softly breath smoke into crevices of trees and rock and their outline would appear and solidify.They are fierce little buggers and will take on giants if they have no respect for the earth and its creatures.
They are not the cute little Tinker Bells nor are they sweet with pixie dust. In this dream a friend had squashed a little bu on the table and this little korrigan went after her with a tiny knife. Gesturing that it wanted to cut off her hand for the offense. The strange thing though was ..as I was examining all the different kinds of korrigan …some appeared as geometric shapes or spirals like in sea shells. All very interesting. I will walk / tread softly as I wander the forests.
Things are often misplaced around here and I tell Cheryl that the korrigan are playing. And if all they do is hide your items she is lucky.
I took yesterday off. And spent the day reading the book Wicked. Harry Potter fans wil enjoy . Just wanted to share this little bit from the story.
Really worth the read.
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“Wicked

The attack on the Vinkis student provoked gossip and speculation. In sorcery the next day Glinda asked Miss Greyling to explain something. How could Doctor Nikidiks Extract of Biological Intention or whatever it was, how could it fall under the heading of life sciences when it behaved like a master spell? What really is the difference between science and sorcery?
Ah, said Miss Greylin, choosing the moment to apply herself to the care of her hair. Science , my dears, is the systematic dissection of nature, to reduce it to working parts that more or less obey universal laws. Sorcery moves in the opposite direction. It doesnt rend, it repairs. It is synthesis rather than analysis. It builds anew rather than revealing the old.In the hands of someone truly skilled.it is Art. One,in fact, may call it the Superior , or the Finest Art. It bypasses the Fine Arts of painting and drama and recitation. It doesnt pose to represent the world. It becomes. A very noble calling She began to weep softly with the force of her own rhetoric. Can there be a higher desire than to change the world? Not to draw Utopian blueprints, but really to order change. To revise the misshapen, reshape the mistaken, to justify the margins of this ragged error of the universe? Through sorcery to survive?
At teatime, still awed and amused, Glinda reported Miss Greylings little heartfelt speech to the two Thropp sisters. Nessarose said, Only the Unnamed God creates, Glinda. If Miss Greyling confuses sorcery with creation she is in grave danger of corrupting your morals.

From Wicked
by Gregory Maguire