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. She saw faces in the landscape, in arrangements of stones, amongst the branches of trees, for a split second out of the corner of either eye, illusions that instantly dissolved when she turned to investigate them. Still, these brief apparitions felt somehow like signposts, & she adjusted her course accordingly. Later, after she'd completely lost track of time & place, she heard the white noise of a waterfall. It was the tail end of winter, patches of snow & ice reluctantly made way for the slow but insistent return of green. She followed the melted areas, which connected to form a path down to the large pool beneath the falls, then onward into a deep canyon, where the pool narrowed into a river. Concentrating so intently now on pinpointing the next ephemeral signpost, she found herself trudging steadily along the river itself, waist deep in the water, with no memory of abandoning dry land. She stopped & chuckled to herself, then felt a shock, but not from cold, for she was not cold at all. She feared she'd damaged her nerves or skin, but she could still feel the water itself: she was not numb. The water was, improbably, the exact temperature of her body (or vice versa?). She took another step forward. Now, more improbably, the water near her foot was clearly warmer. She followed the warmth, not carried along by water flowing from behind her, but pulsing from the riverbed ahead of her. Then her toes found the source of it: a ring. She couldn't yet see it, but felt certain it would be black.
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Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…

Wren
Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…
Pherusa
Pherusa doesn't yet own her own guitar, but finds that wherever she goes, she somehow always ends up with one anyway…
Eunomia
Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…
Julietta
Julietta was proud of herself for making it up into the tree without injury, though considerably less proud of the reasons that prompted her to climb it in the first place…
Ether
Ether lived in a liminal space. Though her childhood had been Earth-typical, in her teens she'd begun to "phase out," not mentally (like every other high school student), but physically. From her perspective, her surroundings & everyone in them would disappear, leaving behind a bare scaffolding of wherever she'd started, seeming both under construction & on its last legs simultaneously…
Angelia
Angelia, waiting to catch a flight home…
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…
Cherry
Once Cherry finally gave in to its constantly whispered requests and wore the black ring to cheerleading practice, things escalated quickly…
Nona
Nona, waiting for a bullet train to 198X…
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