I didn't twinkle (Earth's sleeping) a wink last night. All eighty one hours of slumber time was spent tossing and turning.
When morning came, the dual suns rose shining a pink glow across our domed village.
My chamber door clang lightly, a steady three knocks, our secret knock.
Only Sena Shrubarb knew the secret knock. She's my best friend. We were born at the exact same time in the exact same hatching facility. It was destined that we become best friends from the second we took our first breath of nitrogen.
Her face illuminated gray, drooping low. She was certainly sad. Sena had heard the news.
Sena's words slipped between her grinding teeth and pressed lips, "A solo mission to Earth? It's too dangerous there, help me understand this Jerm."
I grabbed her scaly hand, our eight digits interlocked, "This mission is for the sake of all Quibly survival."
During the hand embrace, I passed a Quible stone to Sena. It was my prized possession. There were only two in existence, Chancellor Shrew had the other.
Her neon braided hair swayed from shoulder to shoulder as she shook her head.