Cedar Sweep hope

It had been a while since Maia had slipped into story mode.  She felt the familiar rhythm of it and drank in Weejay's expectation.  There was nothing she enjoyed more than an audience.

The land of the stars is a place wayyy way above us.  It's made up of dark rock, and the wolves and creatures who live there have fur and eyes that shine so bright we can see them from here.  We know it's up there because a friend of mine saw a piece of it fall, once.  He showed it to me.  She remembered the odd rock that had first inspired the story, the one Charon took her to see.

The wolves who live up there can't visit us, but a lot of times they love to listen.  That's why sometimes, if I have a new story or something I need to talk about, I'll tell it to the stars.  It was good to not always feel alone, especially at night and in the dark.  Plus, it was cool to think that she could talk to someone about things she couldn't even talk about with Wraen.