Wheeling Gull Isle Damselfish

it would be slow going.
"oh, oh, this was where we were!" lestan cried, falling down to his elbows and flanks midway upon the bridge, overwhelmed by the swoop of gulls and the vastness of blue which arched around them. "there was a — there w-was a —" and then the mayfair attempted no more, for something had caught his frenzied eye.
crablike, he dug into the hot sand, delaying them further, until the piece of deer ivory came free in a spray of grains;
i've found you you're mine you're mine you're mine
and the golden bird soared overhead, but this time lestan did not cringe nor fall, he only gasped and grabbed the talisman, and ran along the bridge with near sightless eyes.