When she fell into the sea, caressed by the waves, soothed by the peaceful tone of two worlds colliding into one another, it was nothing. No emotion or thought, only a sensation of meeting her love with open arms. It brought her into an embrace that held no words made to describe it, guiding her deeper and deeper, filling her lungs with it's essence until she was fully inside of it.
Instinct drives her to the surface to gasp for her original life force, but as she goes further into the ocean and finds herself away from the shore, the real effect of being able to breathe under the waves takes effect. She is free for once, able to do as she pleases without the eyes of another to watch her every move.
Possibly, she was meant to be a fish in her life, and some horrible mistake caused her to be what she was as of the present.
She moves from her course constantly, finding something new whenever she deviates to a new location. On occasion will her head raise from the sea and look up upwards, grazing the horizon while blinking so that her eyes can see more clearly. Land masses paint the distance.
Night worries her, pulling her into the statues across her world so that she has somewhere to flee when it is too dark. Light pours from her horn and offers her some sort of guidance, but the blue hues deepen into a shade of indigo with the coming of dusk. In fear of sharks, something she'd only see a few times but felt some sort of inner calling that told it was dangerous to be too near, she bolts, churning legs through the water in an attempt to make it to land before the night swallowed her whole.
During her panic, her horn finds something to reflect it's enternal light across, glimmering. Fish dart in different directions and she slows, pulling herself around to stare with confusion and slight fear. Eyes blink a few times before she swims in the direciton of the object.
It happens to be glass, discovered when her muzzle pushes into it and shifts the sand out of place. The tip of her horn strikes it until she is sure that it is not going to wound. Inside of a desperate cry of curiosity, she snatches it within her jaws, straining when the weight is a lot more than thought.
Hooves finally strike land and she pulls herself into the warm, humid air, fast to relieve herself of the weight of the crown. It makes a healthy thump whens she drops it onto the ground, straining her neck in hope that it will bring the aches from her muscles. Snorting, a front hoof collides with it, moving it further in land. "I can see why you were at the bottom of the sea. No one would want to wear you on their head because you're too heavy."

OOC: Retrieval of the crown Lace made Mirage that was thrown over the edge into the sea. Anyone is free to come in.

If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?