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Could you do one for me as you imagine me? She/her pronouns.

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Hex:

You shiver in the freezing air. What possessed you to come out at night? Even though it's spring, the Antarctica air is never mild.

Maybe you came out because - something called you.

Suddenly the clouds swirl apart, and the icy moonlight floods the land, ever snowflake on the ground a tiny pinprick of light. You gasp at the sheer, unearthly beauty of it. Indeed, sometimes you find yourself wondering if you are on Earth, or in some icy land beyond the rising dawn.

Then a wind stirs past you. A strange, shimmering curtain of ice crystals rises in the air, glittering fiercely in the moonlight. You hold your breath, gazing at it, but it fades away, revealing - a person.

It is a girl, but like no girl you've ever seen before. She has long, straight, shining brown hair, very pale skin and gray eyes that seem to see everything. She wears a glittering gray dress, edged with fur, that swirls around her on the snow. She must be about sixteen, but she is taller, more regal, more - powerful than any mortal sixteen-year-old girl.

She moves toward you, a strange little smile on her lips. "Greetings," she tells you. "Welcome to the Land of the Ice - the Land Beyond the Sun. I am one of the Ice-People who live here. We are always present when you see the sparkling sheets of ice in the air - but you cannot see us, except at very certain times."

Then she turns to go. "Farewell," she says. Her frosty breath hangs on the air and grows into a glittering curtain of ice, hiding her from view. When it clears, she is gone.

You draw a deep breath. You and the Ice-Girl are separated by something as unbreakable as the sparkling ice. And yet, after this meeting, you will always be together.

Could you do one how you imagine me? My pronouns are she/her. Thanks! 

Could I have one? She/her pronouns. 

Reuby Moonnight:

You linger behind your family and take a deep breath of the clear, sparkling autumn air. The woods along this trail are golden - it's as if the leaves have absorbed the mellow sunshine. They stand up, flaming and lovely, carved against the cloudless sky.

Moment flows into moment as you stand, enthralled by the beauty around you that seems to grow more lovely with every second.

Then suddenly you look around. Your family has disappeared - and so, strangely enough, has the trail you'd been following.

You look around with startled eyes. And as you do so, your gaze falls on - a wolf.

For a second you aren't even frightened. It's too beautiful. A living statue, the ruler of the forest, it stands there, watching you with its shining emerald eyes. One dainty paw is lifted, its slim body is still, its gray ears are pricked to catch the tiny sounds around you. And you stand still too - you have found that it is possible to be frightened of the powerful creature.

Then a clear voice, like the echo of memories and dreams long forgotten, calls through the forest. It speaks in a language you do not know - in words you can almost understand, but not quite.

Then a slender figure glides through the forest to stand by the wolf's side. It is a slender girl, tall and proud, with golden hair like spun sunshine and a wild, sweet face. Her azure eyes, like the bluest sky or the deepest forest pool, glance at you, then look again, swift and startled. For a moment you face each other, and you see that she is wearing a long green dress and a richly embroidered white cloak.

The girl speaks - still not in English, but this time you can understand her. "I am the Forest Girl," she says, "born of magic and stars. The wolves are my friends. What do you do here?"

"I got lost," you tell her.

She smiles suddenly. "Maybe you just needed some magic in your life," she says.

You spend the rest of the day together, and timidly you, too, make friends with the wolves. At sunset you and the girl are standing together. She turns towards you. "It is time for us to part," she says softly. Suddenly she is gone - and you are on the trail in broad daylight.

For a moment you stand still, wondering if you imagined the whole thing. But just then you see the wolf, watching you from the depths of the forest. You smile suddenly as it turns, and run up the trail to rejoin your family.

I'm afraid it's a bit long... I hope you like it!

LunaWolf:

You whirl around in exhiliaration at being so high on the mountain. Maybe you don't believe all that much in your grandmother's herbal teas, but you're glad to leave your worry for your little brother behind.

Night comes on, though, and you haven't found the plant you've been looking for. You stand still in despair amidst the thin, chilly March snow - will you ever find what will help your brother get well? Worry closes in on you again, and again you search the slope with quick eyes.

There is no moon, and the stars are faint. But suddenly a blue-green, magical light flashes across the sky, and you look up. The Northern Lights! You've never seen them before. But they don't lift the heavy worry in your heart.

Suddenly another, slightly silver light shines behind you. You turn. A girl, with black hair blowing back in the wind, a kind face, and a silver dress, is looking at you. Her eyes are a warm amber.

But that's not what you notice. She's holding in her hand a sprig of the plant you need. Even just a sprig will break your brother's fever!

She moves forward, light and graceful. Before you're even aware of what's happening, she puts the sprig into your hand. For a second you stand like that, and you'll never forget the wild, lovely look you see in her face.

Then she is gone, and in her place is a snow-white wolf. You start - the wolf's eyes are just like the girl's. Then the wolf, too, has disappeared, and a full moon appears to light your way home. You know, suddenly, that the wolf is the moon.

For a moment more you stand still, tears in your eyes. "Thank you," you whisper. Then you turn and run off the mountain and home.

I hope you like it! :)

Periwinkle:

In the summer twilight silver and golden stars glimmer - the silver ones overhead, the golden ones all around you: the flashing, rising lights of fireflies.

You wander around your large garden. You cross the stream by the old stone bridge and glance down at its quivering depths. Fresh little breezes stir around you, and inthe stream's reflection of your face you almost see the reflection of another girl.

You suddenly come face to face with that girl as you wander down a slope starred with periwinkles. But it is a stone face, unmoving, frozen in time. You think about her. You never saw her, but you've heard all about her - this noble girl with the soft, curly brown hair, the great azure eyes, and the light purple dress. It was she who grew these periwinkles; it was she who first lived in this large house; but she is remembered for something else - for being like a flower herself, and for singing until her voice spread over the world.

At the bottom of the slope you turn and take another look at the great-grandmother who will never grow old in your memory.

Finally one that's a little shorter... hope you like it :)

These are wonderful!  Could I have one?  My pronouns are they/them.

Can you do one for me? WiLdSoNg, she/her.