Cedar Sweep hope

Weejay could tell, as a novice storyteller herself, that Maia was the maven of story-weaving. She listened rapt, ears cupped and attention focused on Maia; after a while she forgot she was supposed to be searching for clues.

Imagining the world above them, Weejay thought of rocks like those of the mountain rubble they were on. She imagined dark crevices lit by ancient moons, and unknowable craters full of magnetizing energy. She thought of black shapes with luminescent eyes and shuddered as she imagined one freezing in the dark and turning its solar-glare upon her. As Maia told the story of the meteorite Weejay's eyes widened and she couldn't help but blurt -- "can I see it?!" before covering her mouth apologetically.

Thinking the creatures of the skyrock above could hear them, Weejay couldn't help but crane her neck and squint into the clouds. She wasn't sure how she felt about having her conversations projected to some extraterrestrial life-form, but, maybe it was just another world waiting to be explored.. She wondered if there was any mountain out there tall enough that could breach the gap between their worlds..