Pherusa doesn't yet own her own guitar, but finds that wherever she goes, she somehow always ends up with one anyway.
Pherusa
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Sybil
Not quite alone in the woods, Sybil had an exceptionally clear vision of a very murky immediate future.
Rosalia
Rosalia had never been a daydreamer. Nor had her dreams at night meant much to her or stuck with her through the days. She was fine with this, blessed with an innate talent to find fulfillment in the pragmatic. What life threw her way, she enjoyed tackling, even when it felt like life was throwing an abundance of pipe wrenches at her ankles…
Zubaida
Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…
Xia
The singular face of Xia, attending an eclectic gallery opening in several alternate dimensions simultaneously…
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…
Selene
Selene, aboard her spaceship, riding the hyperspace zipline…
Aannii
Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…
Starla
Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring…
Persephone
Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…
Jolie
Jolie observes an exhibit, and/or is herself an exhibit being observed…