Your pubba as you called him, known as a high ranked spirit in your world, held you up as you guys sore threw the clouds heading back to homeland, he held you up so you didn’t fall as you kept trying to fly like him but wasn’t the best at it…you make it back to homeland and he sets you down, homeland, a amazing place, the stars bright and you could wander in the grass, you only rested in the hammock, on your pubba’s chest “Whacha doing kiddo…?” Your pubba asks