Here's Wyyiz's written picturing! (In my head I pronounce her name "Why-iz". Is that how you intend for it to be pronounced? Sorry if I'm saying it wrong. :P) Enjoy~ 

Wyyiz:

The summer sky is a brilliant cobalt blue, and fluffy clouds are lazily drifting across the sky, the type one might compare to pieces of cotton candy. The Eiffel Tower rises above the city like an iron giant. You hurry along the cobblestone street, and, not looking where you're going, crash right into someone and tumble to the ground. "Oh! I'm so sorry," the person you ran into said extending a hand, which you gratefully take. She has a light complexion and a splatter of freckles across her small, pointed nose, and friendly bright green eyes. Her lips, which are painted a soft pink, are upturned in a glowing smile. Her wavy strawberry blonde just touches her shoulders. She is dressed in a loose dress with a subtle floral pattern and slender black leggings. She wore shimmering green flats that matched her eyes. "Well, you seem like you've got places to be," says the girl, her eyes twinkling, "Have a good day!" You continue on your way, a smile now shining on your face. 

I hope you like this! It was really fun to write~

Wildfire

The library is silent and seems to stretch for an eternity. From the soft, squishy maroon armchair you're seated in, you cannot see an end to the uniform rows of large mahogany shelves, lined with books of all sorts. Marble busts of famous poets, authors, and playwrights sit on pedestals on either end of the shelves. The tall, arched ceilings, adorned with decorative carvings, add to the vastness of the library. You pick up your book, a heavy one, with long since faded gold lettering and a thick binding, and are about to crack it open when something small darts out from one of the aisles between the shelves. You pause, your mouth half-open in surprise. It's a small cat, with sleek black fur and shocking green eyes. The cat holds a piercing gaze with you, so intense it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Finally, the cat runs away through the library. You turn to your book, eager to get back to reading. A little while later, however, a person walks by. Fae seems normal enough, with medium-toned freckled skin and glossy black hair, but when fae glances at you, your face unclouds with recognition, as you see those same piercing green eyes.