Jillian, either at a night club with a very specific theme, or at the base of Devil's Tower about to be taken on a hyperspace joyride.
Jillian
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Ariadne
Ariadne, navigating the labyrinth…
Gia
Gia, about to bring the hammer down…
Aannii
Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…
Zuira
Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow…
Rhea
Rhea, in the garden, alone…
Jolie
Jolie observes an exhibit, and/or is herself an exhibit being observed…
Dizonia
Dizonia was not fooled by the assorted spirits' blatant attempt to throw her off their scent…
Eunomia
Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…
Krystal
Krystal had spent countless hours in the woods around the cabin, silently stalking any prey she could track, gradually maturing into a fearsome apex predator undaunted by any kind of weather. It was what she'd always done when her mother would bring her up to the mountains and then disappear into the wilderness to perform her “rituals,” but this time felt different…
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…