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“Koi help!”

Golden vowels and orange-limned consonants reassure Koi that whatever she did, it was the right thing — and she picks herself up and celebrates along with her brother, throwing back her muzzle and piping a shrill “oo-woo!” of triumph. She’s enchanted by the spoils of Six’s dominion, but instead of chewing on her end of the root, she rubs her cheek against the spidery limb. Literally tickled by the whisker-like tendrils, she smushes her face and shoulder against it, wriggling around in the dirt. Little grunts and groans wheedle from her puppy blunt muzzle as she spastically squirms and kicks — and then, abruptly, she flops into lateral recumbency, erupts with a little snorting sneeze, and is still.