"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...
A Fruit's Worth The stall owner snarled, "The next shipment doesn't come in until tomorrow morning. The caravan travels by night so that the fruit doesn't perish in the sun, but if you want some so bad, why don't you prance your furry little tail over to Qasala and buy it yourself?"
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...