Wren

The singular face of Xia, attending an eclectic gallery opening in several alternate dimensions simultaneously…

Dani often dreamt she was jumping around an inflatable bounce house, but she'd never before woken up in one…

Not quite alone in the woods, Sybil had an exceptionally clear vision of a very murky immediate future.

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

Prescilla believes in the cyberpunk future we all deserve…

Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…

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…

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…

Zofya had long ago achieved a level of fame at which everyone knew her last name, but rarely felt a need to use it. She was a singular talent, a fact made all the more evident by the unprecedented scope of her interplanetary concert tour, and her insistence on traveling to perform in the flesh, rather than relying on the industry standard remote holographic projections. Still, by the last leg of her year-long journey around the galaxy, she was as ready as anyone would be to get home to Earth and take a break.

Flynne, assuring a potential customer that she would not have traveled nearly so far if she was just another purveyor of crystals that don't actually work…