Flynne, assuring a potential customer that she would not have traveled nearly so far if she was just another purveyor of crystals that don't actually work. (Considering her fuel tank was also full of them, this was true in more ways than one.)
Flynne
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Nyx
Nyx, amongst the orbs, avoiding self-reflection…
Dizonia
Dizonia was not fooled by the assorted spirits' blatant attempt to throw her off their scent…
Zofya
Zofya had long ago achieved a level of fame at which everyone knew her last name, but rarely felt a need to use it. She was a singular talent, a fact made all the more evident by the unprecedented scope of her interplanetary concert tour, and her insistence on traveling to perform in the flesh, rather than relying on the industry standard remote holographic projections. Still, by the last leg of her year-long journey around the galaxy, she was as ready as anyone would be to get home to Earth and take a break.
Gia
Gia, about to bring the hammer down…
Saffron
What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
Tawai
Tawai, arriving at a dinner party only to discover that not all of the guests appear to be strictly human…
Zuira
Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow…
Arae
Arae (and... Friend?) wishing you a smile-free (yet still happy) Halloween season…
Astraea
Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…