special friends // o - joining

[georgie]

Georgie was there. No water soaked her fur, no paw prints dotted the narrow land strip behind her. She simply was, where moments before she was not. And oh, she was ecstatic. Ecstatic in the prancing sense of the word, the skipping and the head-thrown-back laughing sense, with a sort of tangible relief and giddiness that would've rolled off her in shimmering waves, were it possible. Every now and then in her dance she would stagger over her own legs, as if unused to them, and her fuzzy radar dish ears flicked and twitched erratically, paired with ever-vigilant rubbernecking. Attentive in spite of her glee. Watchful. So much like a newborn fawn, but she was obviously eager to find someone. Her searching couldn't have been for nothing, could it?

Unable to stop smiling, and giving her short tail a quick flick, Georgie continued her little waltz over sand and through water when it pleased her to splash in the tide, looking and waiting and wandering and then, "Hello? Hel-lo?" like she hadn't spoken in ages, the loudness seemed to stem more from not knowing volume control than her high spirits. She licked her lips and laughed like she couldn't help herself. "[b]Helllloooo? Wwwoah? Hewwo?" Georgie skipped from the froth of the water to up higher into the sand, where it was warmest, felt best on her pads despite sticking. The sensation didn't seem to bother her, wet grit wedged between her toes. All sensation, in fact, delighted her right now. She stamped her feet and marveled at the dips her paws left. That is me!

"[b]How beautiful!" She didn't seem to be praising anything in general - her eyes wouldn't linger long enough on one spot for that. It was an exclamation sent out to everything around her, as if she couldn't believe her eyes, as if it would all be taken from her if she didn't properly appreciate it.