Every world it's something new. Whether the fruit is pomegranate or apple. Whether the bread gets honey or jam. Whether they write their books on paper or on thin slices of horn.
There comes a time when there is nothing you want except home, only it's strange, too.
She had first seen that milestone, by the river, long before she and Alun had become friends. At, perhaps, an age before Alun had been born. Now, she directed him to eat a hearty lunch -- they would have to skip tea, and get no meal before dinner -- before they went off on their walk.