I woke up to a warm evening breeze, draped on the rooftop gable. I must've fallen asleep for a long time. As I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I caught sight of a display of slowly shifting, jewel-toned lights in the south.
Suddenly, I remembered the times I spent hiding in ambush on the roof long ago, when I was but a young grasshopper. I often stared at that strange light from the rooftop and wondered what that faraway place was.
Later, I learnt that the lights shone over the sealed land of the Wildborns, which the Powers that Be had not granted access to.
Just then, an idea struck me ... what if Skimble and I managed to get onto the bare rocky ridge that separated our land and theirs - maybe we could peek in and see something beautiful and exciting? The thought of this gave me an adrenaline rush.
"Skimble ... Skimble !"
Skimble woke, and lifting his massive head off his paws, looked up at me from the ground with quizzical eyes. He stood up as I jumped on my feet and tumbled off the roof.
"Growl?"
"Let's go, we're heading to Wildborn land!"
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