Viatorus' sympathetic frown is back again with an unsteady smile at the mention of others not understanding. Part of him feels rude for assuming that this was somehow similar to his own early years, but the other part can't help but feel a sense of kinship to this man he barely knows. At least with how much he likes to talk, it's likely Viatorus will come to know him very well very quickly.

He's about to ask another question when Micolash beats him to the punch. His mouth snaps shut and his cheeks burn ever so slightly. Turning to look at the books on his lap, he runs a thumb along the edges of the covers. "W-W-Well, it's... i-it's not as thorough as your research. I don't... I've never met anything like a Great One. G-Gods, yes, but... they... whisper. They guide. They don't... teach."

Finally his hands come together to fidget and he looks up and Micolash with a wavering smile. "I dreamwalk, and I study dreams. When I sleep I can walk through my dreams, and the dreams of others. I can shape them, change them, but I don't like to. I prefer to teach the dreamer how to shape. It's better for them. I... I only change myself in dreams. If I can help it."