Pasithea

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…

Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…

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…

Gia, about to bring the hammer down…

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…

Kienna, working the night shift at the mermaid tadpole nursery…

Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…

What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…

Lilith, listening carefully for the next instruction from the black ring…

Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…