dream with my eyes wide open

Ludo Yes was all that was needed, and Ludo clapped two scraps of rags together. ”Wonderful,” it said, leaning over once again to inspect her quiver. The mask could not and did not breathe, but Melita still might feel the whisper of cold shoot past her face as Ludo sighed over the quiver, and a smattering of arrows within became ice white and exuded cold, ”There you have it,” it said. ”Run along then, off you go.”