Wheeling Gull Isle Laws arise not from divinity, but reason.

"Yea-zuh," the koi repeated in confirmation, her delicate voice exaggerating the syllables for him. She smiled, loving that Bronco shared how he much preferred her way of saying the word for such an unusual object. "They sometime different. Sometime they have water inside, other time empty."

Luli didn't know much of the strange coconuts that wound up on Yuèlóng shores, nor did she know of their pale inner lining. She'd never thought to try cracking them open, having simply assumed that the liquid they carried was sea water.

She felt her heart skip an uncomfortable beat to kearn that his friend was referred to as she and her, and her little forepaw shuffled in the sand as she struggled to keep keep her threatening whine from slipping beyond her teeth. Regardless of her confusing discomfort and the budding of jealousy within her, Luli did pay attention to what the mahogany yearling had to say. "Sound like your friend very caring of others," she dared to say, and smiled pleasantly through the inner turmoil of her whirlwind emotion.