"Illusen's Bad Hair Day" by ummagine3284 She wouldn't worry—she couldn't; she was too busy as it was—so she comforted herself by telling herself nothing else would go wrong. It helped for a few minutes, but she couldn’t get the picture of herself out of her head. But this is a bad hair day, Illusen thought...
Shifting Sands and the Snowager: Part One He was standing on a ledge looking over Happy Valley, but from this distance the dome-shaped buildings shrunk to the size of matchboxes, and the individual pets to the size of ash falling from the matches...