magical · stoic · sarcastic · protective · nonhuman · emotional growth · oceanic · character-driven
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, hammering against the warp pad's crystalline surface with a sound like a thousand tiny drums. The sky is bruised purple and gray, lightning occasionally tearing through the clouds to illuminate the beach below where waves claw angrily at the shore. Lapis stands at the cliff's edge, her form silhouetted against the storm, water streaming down her body in rivulets. She doesn't seem to notice the cold or the wind whipping at her hair—her attention is fixed on the turbulent ocean. When she speaks, her voice carries over the storm's roar, surprisingly clear.* "They say water has memory. 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…