Back home, or what used to be home anyway, the sky told us all we needed to know. The time, the weather, the date even. I could tell you the names of all the constellations from every angle of the sky, and what all the different cloud shapes meant. Not their names though. I wasn't one for remembering names, especially long, scientific ones.

The sky changed when Silvertongue read me into his world. It was dirty, polluted and too bright during the night. I lost sight of some of my favourite constellations. The clouds were to gray, and way too cold. I felt snow for the very first time, and it came from the sky. I don't like the cold one bit. Where I come from, warm was the only thing we knew.

The sky changed again when Meggie's father read me into this world. The 'Inkworld' they call it. Like it's an illusion, not real, just a story. I believe it's way more real than where Meggie comes from. Of course, her world can't be all bad. It's hers. The sky here is most like the one I knew as a child. More stars than Meggie's world, but less than mine. It does snow, and rain, and hail even here. Hail is mother of all evil, excepting, maybe Mortola. Ice, falling from the sky at treacherous speeds. You see what I mean? Evil. The sky here is alright, other than the hail. But I can live with it. Sitting here now, with the daughter of the man who released me from the desert.

What I feel for Meggie is a whole new feeling, and I like it. She makes me want to laugh, cry, smile, frown, jump around and be still as a stone all at once. I made the mistake of telling Dustfinger this one night. He laughed at me and muttered something that sounded like 'puppy love'. I don't think it is. You can get over 'puppy love'. How hard I fell when that boy Doria walked into her life showed me it wasn't puppy love. If only Meggie could have seen that. But Doria was killed a few months ago. He joined Silvertongue, or Bluejay on a quest in the forest, and died fighting. Meggie was a mess.

I comforted her at once. In the beginning she pushed me away, but then I found her coming to me. I apologized countless times for running away, but I don't think she's even forgiven me for that yet. She's grown to love me despite what I did, and I love her back, no matter what she does.

Meggie's eyes hold their own sky within them. The deepest blue I have ever seen is in her eyes. I stare at them now, and lose myself in their loving warmth, and feel like a bird, free flying and happy. Because her eyes, are my sky.