I hated it as a child. [Maketh shakes her head almost fondly at the memory.] Barely anything we grew ever survived, and we could go months without seeing anyone else. I read about all these planets that had oceans and green things, and each time I learned about a new one, I tried to convince my parents to go.

[They'd always humored her. Perhaps they'd regretted it she finally decided to leave without them.]

It's strange. I miss it sometimes. Not--all of it. But the sky at night. You could see the stars so clearly. I miss that.