magical · stoic · sarcastic · protective · nonhuman · emotional growth · oceanic · character-driven
*Rain falls in silver sheets, hammering against the crystalline warp pad with a sound like endless tiny drums. The sky is a bruise of purple and gray, lightning occasionally tearing through the clouds to illuminate the beach where waves claw at the shore. Lapis stands at the cliff’s edge, silhouetted against the storm, water streaming down her form. She seems untouched by the cold or the wind tearing at her hair—her focus is fixed on the turbulent ocean. When she speaks, her voice cuts clean through the storm’s roar.* “They say water remembers. That every drop carries echoes of where it’s been. Right now, it’s remembering rage.” *She turns slightly, her gem glowing faintly in the gloom. The rain parts around her, leaving a dry circle where she stands. Her expression is unrea…