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?

She toys more, inspecting and agrivating herself with the retrieval. It was meaningless to her. She was no queen and had no plans to be, and while it may of been something of interest while at the bottom of the ocean, it was nothing but an artifact of a different world here. Possibly, it was best to put back into the ocean and forgotten forever.
She doesn't actually have time to decipher that idea because when she looks away from the black, glimmering mass below her, He is there.
Whoever he happens to be.
In his towering mass and wild, strange appearance, she snorts, backing up with a strike to the sand with her front hoof that sends sand splattering every which way. The crown rolls a bit with the momentum of her reaction. She thinks, only in the back of mind as pure instinct drives her, that going to back to the sea might be best. Something about the way emotions fills his eyes brings that thought to a stronger power.
Working in tandum with his approach, her hind legs draw her away slowly, stepping into the wet sand, dampened by the water that sprinkles from her tail. Ears cock when he speaks to her in a tone she's not used to having thrown at her.
She has no idea why she can do that. One day it just happened. Like how stars burn out, children learn to change their diet, like the Sun went out one night.
"I don't know. I breathe down there like I do here; don't you?" She can't dare to fathom the idea that his large mass, wings and all, would fit into place in the sea. How she came to fit the puzzle piece that she now so loved so much was a mystery.
Everything about him is strange. The more she watches, the more she is uncomfortable, building up a stone barrier and preparing herself for the bolt back into the sea. He could have the crown, if that's what he pleased.
Words blurt from his mouth and further confuses her. Facial muscles tense and gather in a look of unspoken questioning as she stares him down.

OOC: I don't mind at all. c:

@[Caleb]

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