He was being really nice to her, that much wasn't lost on Meadow. Really, Sota could have just sent her back to bed, told her that it was too late to be up. Which, okay yes it was too late for her to be up, but it wasn't like she hadn't tried to sleep. Honest, she had. Instead, he simply comes to sit beside her, to take a look at the book that she'd been reading. There were stars scrawled across the page, and stories to go with them. Heck, she couldn't read all of the words in all of the stories, but she'd learn. She had to learn if she was going to write books just like this one.
He asks if the stars were of interest. The girl gave a large, excited nod. She likes the stars very much. There was something enchanting about the way they flickered to life every night, like clockwork. Even when it was cloudy, they were still there. Meadow looked up at the man with an imploring glimmer, a question resting there. Was it about if he liked the stars? Maybe. More than that, it was about if he knew anything. She was going to soak up all the knowledge she could from anyone who would give her the time of day.
