The koi swarm up the to surface of the water, mouthing the air hopefully. They were relatively new instalments, much like most of the island, but koi learned quickly that a shadow over the water meant a stray piece of lunch might happen by into the happy, eager mouths below.

Indeed, it might be only the fact that the swarm of colorful, friendly fish suddenly vanish - strange given that one had taken to brushing up along Zuko's fingers.

The stranger doesn't appear to be much. A craggy, hard and scarred face is offset by a brilliantly garish shirt, undone at the collar, heavy, roadowrn sandals and.... by the looks of it, a small loaf of bread brought specifically for the fish.

"Hm. Rare to see anyone else here," the stranger gave as a greeting, voice deep.