She never believed in Earth. She had just wanted to leave. But she knows the sea inside and out, the pattern of the schools of fish and the reflective silver ripple of their scales.

Her hands pull into fists at her sides. She cannot bend or shape the water here. Something - something impossible is preventing it. Once the sea had been her only hope, and now it chains her here, at the bottom of Earth's ocean, alone and surrounded by humans.

Perhaps that's suitable. Lapis wraps her arms around herself. She made the choice to anchor herself in the middle of the ocean before. This is hardly any different.

Looking longingly into the sea will hardly bring her any satisfaction. There's one thing that still she may try.

Lapis closes her eyes. On her back, her gem assumes a luminous glow, its blue radiance shifting into the fluid shape of wings. She flaps them once, delighted, and, without hesitation, launches herself into a low glide through the city.