Cedar Sweep hope

Oh HECK IT WAS ME WE WERE WAITING ON!?

Oh, yeah?  I'm a big fan of star stories, if you don't mind sharing one.  My mom used to tell us a bunch.  Dad too, but mom was better at it, she said, giggling.  It hurt less to talk about them now, remembering the good times.  

She ignored Eljay for the moment, not out of rudeness, but because she tended to invest herself fully in a conversation.  Her focus was on Weejay and her friend's stories, putting a bit of a hitch in her searching, but that was fine.  Looking through this section was a dark job, one that a little storytelling might make easier!