"I'm Culoth," said she. "But most just call me Rochriel, so I would love for you to call me that, as well."
"All right," said Galadel, smiling.
Culoth jumped up. "I just finished getting a meal for these two, so maybe I'll get you one as well. Or have you eaten?"
Without waiting for a reply, the girl rushed off into the kitchen. She soon came back, holding a plate. "I can cook all right," she said, setting it down in front of Galadel. "I hope you like it," she said with a smile.
As Galadel settled down to eat, Culoth asked, "Where do you come from?"
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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