Elene froze in place, intrigued by her old friend’s confidence.
“What is your gift, Ivar?” She looked him straight in the eyes.
“Dream walking,” he replied as his lips curled into a smile. “And it has proved very useful so far.”
“Dream walking?” Elene knitted her brows together. “What does it even mean? Do you see the dreams of others?”
Ivar chuckled, folding his hands behind his back and inclining his head towards her with respect.
"I navigate the dreamscape," he explained, his voice proud but with a touch of melancholy in it. "I can enter someone's subconscious while they slumber, converse with them, or just observe. I can make them see things in their dreams, alter the dreams they have and influence them while they have no idea what is going on. It's a delicate art."
“How exactly
