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Posted by Katrina on Dec 17, 2007 14:07:35 GMT -6
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Nov 16, 2013 12:00:06 GMT -6
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“It was just an illusion,” she answered both Jupiter and Neptune. Jupiter steadied her, good thing he isn't mad. She was reminded again of how very big their hands were as he help her up.
“I think I'm okay.” The violet flashy lights were gone now. They had only lasted a second. “I might have over done it. I don't know what the limits are yet,” she admitted. She wasn't dizzy, just feeling an overwhelming tiredness. “It might be time to go back to sleep now."
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Posted by Katrina on Dec 20, 2007 23:14:25 GMT -6
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Nov 16, 2013 12:00:06 GMT -6
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Katrina was beginning to understand their humor a little better. There was a lot of good natured sarcasm in it that shouldn’t be taken literally. It was more natural for Katrina to take things literally, but she could learn to recognize the humor. Pluto’s eye rolling was a good cue that Jupiter was only joking, that and the tongue sticking out. As the brothers settled back into their reading, Katrina cuddled next to the living blanket of a tiger that was Calley. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind, there weren’t many other blankets in the library. “Good night everyone,” she muttered as she closed her eyes. She could hear the tiger boy’s heat beating, and soon its rhythm had lulled her to sleep. Katrina was lying in her bed back at home. She was watching the light dance on the walls from the passing headlights of cars outside her window. She could feel a cool autumn breeze from her slightly opened window and the first birds of the morning were beginning to chirp. Probably making travel plans for winter.
There was a new pattern of light on the wall as someone opened the door and entered her room. The light was daylight, which entered with the red giant. Katrina blinked at the sudden sunlight and stood up. The long grass in the field that waved in the autumn breeze came up almost to her waist.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Morpheus, bringer of dreams. You’ve been keeping me busy tonight.”
He smiled an honest smile, then brought out a big book with a worn leather cover and a brass fastener and opened it. The book was large, but he held it with ease. It seemed small in his big red hands. The wind ruffled the pages a little bit as he searched through them.
“Ah, here is one you might like,” he smiled pointing to something in the book that Katrina couldn’t see. He looked back to Katrina, “Peaceful dreams.” With that, the red dream god swept back out through her bedroom door, and the sunlight followed him.
Katrina was wandering in the woods at twilight, the autumn breeze ruffling her hair. There was something shining white in the moonlight up ahead. A unicorn was drinking from a pool. She couldn’t tell which was brighter, the unicorn’s dazzling hide, or the moonlight reflected in the pool.
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