Nuru sat down, panting for breath and laughing in between. The dances had been lively and took much energy to dance and even learn. She smiled widely at Poppy, Rie, Lindo, and everyone else in the inn and sat back for a rest. Rie gave her a strange look and Nuru returned it. The redhead scooted down the bench to lean over and whisper in Nuru's ear. "Nuru, you were going to tell a tale?"
"I fear, my dear friend, that I wouldn't be much good at storytelling," said Nuru easily. "I prefer to just sit here. And, at any rate, no one would want to hear any story that I would tell."
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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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