Kenise

Most guests at an art opening, particularly one located in a sizable outdoor sculpture garden, showed up with maximum intent to schmooze. Kenise, on the other hand, became schmoozed out especially swiftly, and thus preferred to sneak away and absorb herself in sketching. "Art begat Art," she would think, and could not help but imagine an infinite conga line of guys named "Art," which she would sometimes end up attempting to draw if the pieces currently on display failed to strike a chord in her.
Kenise 7B3F5B
Kenise 7B3F5B (LVL0A~+)
Kenise 7B3F5B (LVL0A~+)
Kenise 7B3F5B (LVL1A~)
Kenise 7B3F5B (LVL1A~)
Kenise 7B3F5B (LVL2A~+)
Kenise 7B3F5B (LVL2A~+)
Kenise 7B3F5B (LVL3A~+)
Kenise 7B3F5B (LVL3A~+)

Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…

Fiola
Fiola, visiting her favorite species at an otherworldly aquarium…
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…
Eunomia
Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Lilith
Lilith, listening carefully for the next instruction from the black ring…
Jillian
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…
Orico
Although initially fascinated when they first appeared, Orico quickly came to realize that if she wanted to be able to continue lounging on the roof of her building with Larry the lizard, something drastic was going to have to be done about the gargoyles…
Xerew
Like any artist in her gallery's stable who desired to remain as such, Xerew was required to attend all opening night celebrations during which at least one of her works hung on the walls. But instead of schmoozing & selling herself or her paintings (as the gallery would obviously prefer she do), she tended to find herself more interested in determining who amongst the crowd was actually human (and if so, just how human).
Astraea
Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…
Yarine
For as long as she could remember, Yarine had been able to lucid dream. Growing up with this inherent ability, for her, dreaming seemed like just another series of realities, and likewise, waking life often felt like merely her most persistent (and most obstinate) dream…
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