Ocean's Breath Plateau in between spaces

Cold.

It was cold. Why?

The temperature difference shocked her, freezing her immobile for a fraction of a second before propelling her into furious motion. She'd been in water before, but this was different. Her maw gaped in a silent wail, unable to expel the fluid from her newly-minted lungs. Within the next span of what should have been a breath, she was suddenly thrust into an even stranger cold, as water poured from her mouth. Exhausted, what should have been a piteous cry of distress was the barest whimper. Puffyn barely registered anything happening as she was moved from the mercy of the sea's waves to her mother's side. Limp, with little strength left in her bones, she stayed where she was placed, submitting to sleep.

She was shivering vigorously when her respite was interrupted by another sensation. She found herself taken, lifted in the air by someone or something. The scent wasn't Mother. The girl gave a weak attempt at thrashing, struggling against the strange new force, but could manage only the barest wiggle. A cry of protest came as a soft squeak before she stilled once more. She was passed along from stranger to stranger, moved here and there: all of this hardly registered. All she wanted was warmth and something to stop the pain of hunger in her belly.

Puffyn wanted to be, to just explore and taste and touch, but she could do nothing. Why wouldn't they let her sleep? It called to her so gently...