Sea Lion Shores What immortal hand or eye

Coelacanth pressed toward her, almost slithering like a harmless, black snake, muzzle aiming for one of her flailing, creamy paws, but she seemed to hesitate when Niamh cried out, so the girl flopped onto her side, ears perked. Simultaneously with her outcry, Coelacanth suddenly became distracted, looking up and down the beach, gazing with an intent, curious fixation. Niamh didn't quite understand why she'd looked away so suddenly, but her friend didn't seem upset- merely surprised. Coelacanth mouthed harmlessly at one of her ankles, so Niamh chuckled and reached out for one of her ears- they looked so soft, with those jet black tufts which gave her an almost permamently curious expression when paired with her lovely blue eyes.

"It means I give. I'm pretty ticklish, as you might've noticed," She said with a laugh, and gently tugged her foot from Coelacanth's mouth, and delicately made to brush the whiskers on the side of her friend's soft muzzle. It only occurred to her, then, that she actually had no idea what this woman's name was, and that she'd never introduced herself. "I'm Niamh, by the way," She said, and smiled. "I don't think we even introduced ourselves," She said.