Hi Gallium! I've finished your written picturing! It should be pretty easy to tell who's who, but if it isn't they're just introduced in the same order you presented them in your comment. Also, I know it's really long; I just wanted to give you and each of your AEs justice in this written picturing. Anyway, without further ado~

Gallium & AEs~
The darkened wood is filled with owls' hoots and the hum of insects, a light breeze whispers through the tree's leaves, the trickle of an underground stream. A knight pushes aside foliage and steps into a clearing. Her armor is tarnished and splattered with mud, her sword rusted, her black hair tangled, and yet, her confident expression and ice-blue eyes light up her face. The glade is aglow with fireflies, each pulsing pinprick of light like the many stars of a galaxy. The knight feels something thud against the back of her head, and she spins around, her gaze falling on a person perched in a tree. Fae tosses another shiny acorn playfully at the knight's head.
The person chants, "You can't catch me!" and shifts into a fuzzy reddish-brown squirrel. The knight rolls her eyes, and takes off running, hurtling over fallen trees and decaying logs, her boots pounding on the soft ground. Fae scurries along overhead, jumping nimbly from branch to branch, limb to limb, giggling the whole time. The shapeshifter quickly outruns the knight, but they keep sprinting forward until they're both exhausted and collapse in a heap on the soft grass. Fae drops down from a low-hanging branch, still laughing, and morphs back into faer human form, a person with sun-kissed skin, sparkling hazel eyes, and soft auburn hair the color of faer squirrel form's fur.
A mass of darkness stirs near the tree roots, watching the knight and shapeshifter, her crimson eyes slightly narrowed. Slowly, she departs from the shadows, her skin an ebony black, her dark clothing gauzy, and her midnight-black hair floating in wisps around her angular face. Only in the gloom of night is she free to roam, and so she dons the inky blackness like a cape, and ventures into the clearing.
A breeze rustles the leaves on the elf's favorite sycamore tree, and e leans against its mossy trunk, letting the cool night air wash over e. A lone owl hoots, like a soul's sorrowful cry, and a sad smile lights up es face. E emanates a soft blue glow, and es' skin has a silvery sheen to it. From es delicately pointed ears dangle large silver hoops, and diamond-encrusted silver bands line es wrists. Es platinum blonde hair and silver gown do not sway, despite the crisp breeze. The ghost elf steps forward, es bare feet padding noiselessly on the moss-covered ground as e makes en way into the clearing.
The sylvari sits by the tranquil stream and lifts a water-laden leaf to his mouth. He catches his reflection in the water, slightly distorted by the ripples. His hair is the color of young ferns, his skin a muted basil-tone. A tight-knit network of leaves clothe his torso, while dark brown vines climb up his legs. When the sylvari is done drinking, he releases the leaf into the wind, watching it tumble through the air, before disappearing into the dense wood. He stands up and continues walking by the side of the river, taking in the  beautiful sereneness and mysteriousness of the wood at night. The stream dwindles to a trickle, and soon, that too vanishes underground. He looks around at the glade he has ended up in, and smiles. The knight, the shapeshifter, the shadow, the ghost elf, and the sylvari are all settled in the clearing, and while they do not know each other, the darkened wood unites them. With the breeze whispering and the fireflies glowing, they tell stories until sunrise. 

Hi @Reuby Moonnight! I'm assuming you mean yourself, Lore, and Maya, correct? Would you like separate written picturings for yourself and each of your AEs, or would you rather have a single group picturing for all of you? There will probably be more detail/description in the seperate written picturings, and I can tailor each description to how I individually imagine each of you, but I'm fine with doing whatever you prefer.

Thank you, and I'm excited to work on your written picturing.