It's an early morning by the ocean -- gray, and still a little foggy, the sun not yet burning through the clouds. Nearer to the rocks, Lapis emerges and becomes Luna, breathing in the morning chill.

The tide is out. She walks towards the water's edge, letting the water wash over her feet. Leaning down, she touches her fingers to it, letting the waves greet them as well.

There's a half-smile on her features, as though she's meeting a pet or an old friend.