The Pulse of Kato Whip: 11
Excerpt:
“You are Lady Dusk, aren’t you?” he said, stepping further into the firelight.
She stared at him. “Have we met before?”
“In a dream.”
She remained puzzled. Then, seeing the steed, which had followed him, she exclaimed, “Why, you have my steed! But what is wrong with him? He looks pale — downright transparent, in fact!”
“It’s not exactly your steed,” Kato Whip tried to explain, “but a version of it dreamed by the tarantula. It became mired in reality when it tripped and snagged itself on a web. I have to admit it was the fault of a good friend of mine, a baby earthquake, but I assure you it wasn’t intentional.”
“This is all very confusing,” she said, studying him intently. “What particularly perplexes me is how you remain awake so near to me — though I’ve noticed this in others of late as well.”
“Your reign of pure goodness is at an end!” he proclaimed with a fanfare wave of his hands. But this seemed only to confuse her more. “Uh, you see, I woke the spot of bad that had fallen asleep inside of you, and now you need not fear being such a bore.”
The adventure continues…
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