Gia, about to bring the hammer down. If she builds it, what will come...?
Gia
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
Samara
Samara was charged with protection of the sacred forest. Since early childhood, she had been trained by the Coven in the ancient ways of her peoples' magic. The Dozen Mothers took turns guiding her through the dark woods, each imparting her own share of esoteric knowledge, gradually imbuing her with the power required to hear the breathing of the trees, to communicate in birdsong, to summon lightning from the clouds. Eventually, she began to feel the forest as an extension of herself, or rather, that she herself was an extension of the forest…
Quinne
Quinne walked alone in the wilderness, initially in an attempt to forget her troubles—troubles acquired during her previous attempt to not be alone. But the further she wandered, the more she felt she was moving toward something unknown rather than away from anything she knew…
Lyssa
Tawai
Tawai, arriving at a dinner party only to discover that not all of the guests appear to be strictly human…
Karina
Karina returned to campus just as the mushrooms were kicking in…
Astraea
Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…
Talula
Talula had come to prefer hosting her own gatherings rather than visiting anyone else's home, as few other hosts turned out to be amenable to the trail of flora that sprang up from whatever surface she'd just stepped upon. She was gradually training herself to control the appearance and rate of growth of this vegetative trail, but for the moment it was still beyond her ability to stop it completely…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
Rhea
Rhea, in the garden, alone…