Metals flowed out, molten rock poured back. As Quaranis calmed, she began observing. Considering.
Her first conscious efforts were small, tentative. The many-colored gemstones of her tears were beautiful, but...Isolated. She could do better. Combining the colors, swirling star-stuff into them, she brought forth diamonds.
She was so pleased with her success that she was took stock of what else she could do. Her precious lava and glorious metals were much, much better than the pure earth that had existed before, and she wrapped it around every inch of herself. But a nagging itch (she reveled in it only being an itch, rather than the grinding agony of before) presented itself. She had gathered the flow of water, the heat of fire, and the solidity of earth...But had none of air.
She tried calling the air to her. Cracks formed above her, but let in only water. Air pockets and bubbles formed in the earth nearby, but were quickly consumed or befouled. Bringing the air to her seemed doomed.
But what of bringing her creations to the air?
She gathered, and built. Magma gathered around her in a vast flood. And she pushed.
The sea boils. Water and lava meet in a vast explosion of steam. Rock hardens in vast tubes, blooming across the emptiness [Create archipelago: 3 Purity]. And for one grand moment Quaranis blossomed in fire and glory into the air, her blood reverberating with the near-Primal union of the elements once more.
And then...Quaranis learned of gravity.
And everything fell.
Thus the Keahi Archipelago was born.