I took a sardine out of the satchel and put it on my stick. I held it over the fire as Toothless purred, watching me intensely.
I smiled. "We'll be okay, bud."
Except I wasn't so sure myself.
It had been a week since I ran away with Toothless, and I was still convinced that we were close enough to Berk for some Viking ship or worse, Dad himself, to find me. It was midnight, and the smoke snaked up into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. There was a chance someone could see the smoke and trace it to me. If I was lucky, it wouldn't be a Viking, but a dragon.
I sank my teeth into the fish and looked up into the sky. There, I could see a pattern of stars that looked like some sort of crown. Nearby, there was another one that looked like a torso with two half-arms, as though it would hold a bow and arrow. I'd see random patterns in the stars that looked like that back in Berk. Except no one thought it was as interesting as I thought it was.
I swallowed the fish and looked at Toothless, who had a colossal of fish lying next to him. In his mouth, you could see an Icelandic salmon sticking out. He was wearing a smile. Quickly, I finished the fish and took out my notebook and pen. The pattern of stars was something to write about. I also had to sketch it onto the pages.
To make sure I wouldn't confuse it with the other books, I wrote The Book of Stars on the cover in case if there were other patterns in the stars I could see, which I was very sure there were.
Once I finished writing, I lay down near the hearth of the fire and watched.
The things about stars is that they never sleep.
By patterns in the stars, she means constellations. She sees Orion and Cassiopeia. You may also notice the last line is a shout out to a certain song. Guess?