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I'm just going through some stuff and hoping it'll be okay, so have some Buoy being her special kind of sad. But LadyZin 's Spud and USSRamshack 's Plank are helping.
Monthly Prompt: Februaury 2018 - Friends and Companions
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Buoy wasn't dumb. That's not why she just sat there the way she did. The little esk had her own way of thinking, was all. She used her eyes sometimes, and if they talked to her, she'd eventually realize she heard something. Through the thick mist of every other thought in her head, though.. it took a while for outside things to make their way to her attention.
And then there was the floating. Buoy was a drifter. Whenever her eyes got that glazed, fixated way where they hung a little too open, the water would start to push, and she would start to let it. Her fur would feel a little heavier, moving would feel a little tougher, and nothing would feel so, so easy. When the fog was at its thickest, and her little head had to work its hardest, she could always trust the rest of her to do nothing.

The other esk had varying approaches to this. Some of them would try to say hello, and either get bored or offended by her lack of response. Her creator and his friend, though, were more persistent. Or maybe had no better ways to spend their time. Spud brought her a little rock the first day she opened her eyes as an esk. It was heavy enough to make it hard to swim up to her with his wee little legs, but he managed. When he let it go in front of her, she watched it sink to the floor. In hindsight, at least she'd moved her head. But Spud wasn't so easily deterred. He tried other sizes of rock, and other colors, before he'd be convinced that she didn't want one at all. Sometimes, as she stared down at the sea floor, she'd even recognize one and the thought would creep into her head that that kind of effort must be extraordinary. Of course, Spud did have help. Plank would help in the search, sometimes. His bright sponge hurt Buoy's head. Not very badly, but it did. Not enough to mind even, but... well, then there was the floating.

It wasn't even something she meant to do. The water just loved to push, and she just loved to let it. There were days when it would only move her a few feet while other esk swam around about their business throughout the hours, and then there were days where it took her.. farther. Far beyond the boundary to places she rarely remembered ending up. Spud and Plank would emerge from the ship to no sign of her, and while they sometimes chose to explore elsewhere with faith she would return, oftentimes they would go looking. And it was fun! Like a treasure hunt, an excuse to scour the sea with the passive goal to spot her bright ring, wherever it glowed. It was fun. At first. A good reason to treat it like a game instead of to worry about how much further out she was last time, or how deeply hidden she was the time before, and how... how one day, that little bright ring, in the great dark ocean, might be too small. Might find its way too deep. Might never find its way back home, or even back up. How it might just be her and the water, pushing. Floating.

Description
I'm just going through some stuff and hoping it'll be okay, so have some Buoy being her special kind of sad. But LadyZin 's Spud and USSRamshack 's Plank are helping.
Monthly Prompt: Februaury 2018 - Friends and Companions
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Buoy wasn't dumb. That's not why she just sat there the way she did. The little esk had her own way of thinking, was all. She used her eyes sometimes, and if they talked to her, she'd eventually realize she heard something. Through the thick mist of every other thought in her head, though.. it took a while for outside things to make their way to her attention.
And then there was the floating. Buoy was a drifter. Whenever her eyes got that glazed, fixated way where they hung a little too open, the water would start to push, and she would start to let it. Her fur would feel a little heavier, moving would feel a little tougher, and nothing would feel so, so easy. When the fog was at its thickest, and her little head had to work its hardest, she could always trust the rest of her to do nothing.

The other esk had varying approaches to this. Some of them would try to say hello, and either get bored or offended by her lack of response. Her creator and his friend, though, were more persistent. Or maybe had no better ways to spend their time. Spud brought her a little rock the first day she opened her eyes as an esk. It was heavy enough to make it hard to swim up to her with his wee little legs, but he managed. When he let it go in front of her, she watched it sink to the floor. In hindsight, at least she'd moved her head. But Spud wasn't so easily deterred. He tried other sizes of rock, and other colors, before he'd be convinced that she didn't want one at all. Sometimes, as she stared down at the sea floor, she'd even recognize one and the thought would creep into her head that that kind of effort must be extraordinary. Of course, Spud did have help. Plank would help in the search, sometimes. His bright sponge hurt Buoy's head. Not very badly, but it did. Not enough to mind even, but... well, then there was the floating.

It wasn't even something she meant to do. The water just loved to push, and she just loved to let it. There were days when it would only move her a few feet while other esk swam around about their business throughout the hours, and then there were days where it took her.. farther. Far beyond the boundary to places she rarely remembered ending up. Spud and Plank would emerge from the ship to no sign of her, and while they sometimes chose to explore elsewhere with faith she would return, oftentimes they would go looking. And it was fun! Like a treasure hunt, an excuse to scour the sea with the passive goal to spot her bright ring, wherever it glowed. It was fun. At first. A good reason to treat it like a game instead of to worry about how much further out she was last time, or how deeply hidden she was the time before, and how... how one day, that little bright ring, in the great dark ocean, might be too small. Might find its way too deep. Might never find its way back home, or even back up. How it might just be her and the water, pushing. Floating.