Wheeling Gull Isle I just wanna live in the sound scape

Koi quit her ministrations long enough to come up for air, her oversized ears perking animatedly with each booming syllable. “Tickles,” she echoed shyly, her mind blooming with citrine as his laughter danced around her. The convivial warmth he exuded reminded her of appa and Sixgill, and although Lucas was more mandarin garnet than glimmering goldleaf, the closeness of their colors endeared him to her immediately. “K-Koi,” she piped softly, vacillating between timidity and ebullience.

Her little black nose was bumblebee busy as she sought to investigate him further, but all she could smell was ocean and boy. Had she known he was so recently acquainted with her long lost sister — so similar to her in build and type, but vividly opposite in coloration — she might have asked him more, but for now, all that occurred to her was, “You? Name?” as she tried valiantly to lick his chin.