@Midnight Phantom: You are the ghostly maiden. The picturing is told from the reader's perspective, not yours.

@Lyric: Here's your picturing!

Your brother sticks his head around the door. "Want to go out and play?"

You sigh. "I'm writing." As he closes the door again, you open your notebook and take out the pen that you got for a birthday present. It's shaped like a long, sweeping golden feather.

You start writing. In Castle Garnet lived a maiden, Lyric - tall, gracious, beautiful. She had hair like midnight and eyes the color of the gray mist and the twilight...

As you write, you can almost see the girl you are describing, almost hear her clear voice. She becomes as real to you as if she was standing in front of you.

"I have come. What do you wish?" A sweet, clear voice that you don't quite know. You start up, dropping the pen. Standing in front of you is a tall, lovely girl, iwth hair like midnight and eyes the color of the gray mist and the twilight - Lyric. Her hair is braided and wrapped around her head, and she wears a red dress and tall leather boots.

"Lyric!" you gasp. "Why are you here? How can you be here?"

She points to the pen. "That is a magical pen," she says, "made of one of a Phoenix's feathers. Whatever you write with it becomes real. Its magic was hidden for years, because no one wrote with it. It just happened to fall into your hands."

"That's amazing," you gasp. Then you smile. "Go back to Castle Garnet. I'll call you when I need you."

Could you do how you imagine me?

(formerly Cali R, in case you didn't hear) 

What are your pronouns? (I don't promise to do you as a person, though)

Well, here's a picturing with no pronouns at all - if you want another one later with he/him or she/her, just tell me!

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Serendipity:

The mist is swirling down from the mountains when you finally stop for the night. You're far out in the wilderness, with nothing in sight but moss and ferns and the distant mountains, but still you follow the map Tarvoid gave you. You shiver and look around, trying to pentrate the cool, eddying tides of fog.

Something catches your eye - a glimmer of light that looks strangely like a fire. Hesitantly you move forward. It is a fire, brighter than any you've ever seen before, but there is no one around who could have lighted it. You sit down next to it, glad of its warmth.

But you don't notice the tiny, growing spark in the center of it. As it grows it starts to look strangely like a bird, and finally, with a flash of light, it flies out of the fire. It circles once about you, then lands, the fierce light of the flames already fading from its softly shining feathers. A little larger than a hawk, a little smaller than a dog, it is like no bird you've ever seen before. You're a little frightened of the wild, fierce, proud atmosphere of it, and you draw away from it and the fire. Its glowing eyes are a shifting brown, sometimes clearer, sometimes darker, and its feathers are a flaming, shining dark red. It arches its neck proudly and speaks to you.

"I mean you no harm, child of Mistral and Tarvoid," it says. "I am the Phoenix of the Fire. I come with help, not harm."

You dare to venture toward it again, out of the shadows into the warmth and life of the Phoenix's presence. "What is your counsel?" you ask.

"Only this: the Ruby you are seeking is to be found nowhere except in the hearts of good people, just as I am to be found nowhere but in the flickering flames. Do good yourself, and you will have all the jewels in the world."

I can, just so everyone knows, do picturings of AEs - I can also do more than one picturing of a person! :) I suppose I should have put this in at the beginning, but oh well, better late than never...

Could I please have a picturing? My pronouns are she/her! :)

Poinsettia:

You sigh and slump against the sofa, staring at the TV. But as dialogue drags on, your thoughts turn to your cousin, Poinsettia, who's around your age but has very different ideas from you. You just can't understand her. And she's visiting for a whole week.

You look up to see that she's standing before you. She's certainly very pretty, with long, dark brown hair, glowing brown eyes and a cheerful smile. "Your parents and I are going for a walk," she says. "Please come!" She glances at the TV and makes an involuntary gesture of contempt.

You're going to refuse, but then Mom appears next to Poinsettia and says firmly that you need exercise, so that's that. You're in a bad humor as the family drives along toward a trail. Once you arrive, you stalk along, still grumpy and not really noticing what you pass.

Until you realize that Poinsettia's at your side again. She touches your arm. "Look," she breathes, pointing.

You look in the direction she's indicated and gasp. Standing among the lovely confusion of light and shadow created by the swaying branches is a deer. Graceful, fragile, she looks at you, her gentle eyes wondering. Then she turns and vanishes into the woods.

You take a deep breath and turn to Poinsettia. "That was amazing!"

She smiles. "That's why I like to come to the forest."

As you walk, you start looking around. Slanting, shifting rays of sunshine fall through the leaves, delicately illuminating each one until they glow like golden fire. A blue jay like a piece of the glorious sky darts among the trees. A tiny stream flows close by with the comforting, dreamy sound that can only be made by water only in the late afternoon. And the shadows grow longer. Time is slipping away, and it is time for you to return home.

All through the drive back, you're filled with the wonder of that beautiful afternoon. Then you turn to Poinsettia. "You know, I think you're right," you say softly. "Television is pointless compared to some things."

And she smiles back, with that sweet, happy smile of friendship.

Amanda-she/her, dislikes Alailea, blonde w freckles, beachy

Jaden-He/him, Amanda's brother, goofy

Rose-she/her, African American, sweet and kinda quiet but brave 

Could you do them all together as a group? Thank you!