Here you are!

*Reuby Moonnight* 

It's the middle of the night and you're hopelessly lost in the fog. You'd been guiding your carriage along well, but now cannot see the path. Terrified, you call, "Help!" But get only the response of an owl's hoot through the starry skies. "Please," you beg to the moon. 

This time, a wolf's howl breaks through the night, and a figure appears in the carriage next to you. You look over, startled, and see that it's a teenage girl. She wears a red hooded cloak, black leggings, and brown boots. She pulls down her cloak to focus on the road better, revealing a long, messy black braid, pale, glowing skin, and big eyes blacker than you've ever seen. She whistles, long and low, and the fog clears. A slight smile appears on her face as the path reappears. 

The wolf's howl returns. The girl turns and looks you in the eye for a moment, her hand on yours. Then she's gone with the howl's last echo.

Winter's first snowflakes land gently on your head as you stroll around downtown, decorated for the holidays. You're in a horrible mood. You haven't been able to find anything you need to buy! You see a new store, which draws your attention. You realize that it is a flower shop. It's tall, made of crisp red bricks, and has an inexplicable warmth to it. Beautiful flowers of every color you can imagine decorate the window display. You decide to go inside, though you don't need to buy any flowers.

Inside, there is a jungle of flowers with a twisty path leading you through. You admire roses, sunflowers, dahlias, and many more. You follow the path, not really paying attention to where you're going, until you finally come to a desk. On the desk sits a bouquet of poinsettias, and you notice a tall girl sitting next to them, right there on the desk.  

"Hello there!" She greets you cheerily. "Can I help you?" 

The girl has cinnamon skin and long, dark brown hair in a low ponytail. She wears a red dress that goes down past her knees and brown boots. A golden necklace hangs from her neck. She's got rosy cheeks, like she's been out in the cold all day, and a bright smile. 

You grin, suddenly feeling much better. Maybe you should buy some flowers. "Yes," you decide. "I think I'd like to buy those poinsettias."

Thanks! I did these two together (Máyăh first, Claire second), let me know if you'd like them redone separately:

You sit at a picnic table in a park, admiring the evening sky as it reflects upon the pond. The park is quiet tonight, almost empty, except for the two girls sitting at the table across from you.

You notice them for the first time. One of them is tall, with olive skin and long purple hair. Her eyes are a stunning green color, like an evergreen tree in the middle of a white winter scene. She wears a white sundress and peach ballet flats, and holds a book in her hands. She sits on the table, holding the open book out to the girl next to her, who's got light skin and white hair with peachy-pink ends. Freckles dot her cheeks, and bright blue eyes scan the pages of the book. She wears a baby-blue blouse and a light yellow skirt, as well as long white socks and loafers. She smiles and laughs. "Oh, Máyăh," she says, throwing her arms around the girl next to her. 

"So you like it, Claire?" Máyăh giggles.

"I love it," she says. She leans over and whispers something in the Máyăh's ear. Whatever it is makes her face go red. 

You smile, standing and turning away. Something tells you there's more to the story, but you'll leave it to Máyăh and Claire.

This one's a tad longer than usual. Here you are:

-Silver Crystal-

The rain is everywhere, endless, and the whole word seems gray. You shiver and pull out your umbrella, as does everyone else on the city street. 

You begin to cross the street when suddenly a huge gust of wind comes and blows your umbrella away. "No--" you shout, reaching for it, but it's no use. The umbrella's gone.

Everyone walks past you, going about their business. You sigh. You'll have to hurry to the subway. You're known to catch a cold when you go out in the rain too long. 

"Bad luck," comes a voice from behind you. You turn and see a dark-haired, olive skinned girl holding a bright yellow umbrella. She wears a gray t-shirt, jeans, and matching yellow rain boots that seem to be a size to big for her. She's got a smile on her face, gentle and warm, and contrasts completely with the word around her. 

"Here," she says. "Have mine." 

"You don't have to--"

"--It's not a problem, really," she promises. "I like it out here, in the rain. I don't really want my umbrella anyway." 

You pause, but finally take it. "Thank you," you say. She smiles. "Anytime." 

You head off to the subway, but turn around to catch one last glance at the girl, figuring she'll be easy to spot with those yellow boots. But she's nowhere to be found. You're surprised and glance over at the park on the other side of the street to see if she went that way. You notice, for the first time, a tall, bronze statue of a girl who looks a lot like the one who were just talking to standing in the park. Amazed, you run towards it and read the plaque:

Legend has it that this girl would appear to lost travelers and guide them. She's known especially to guide people through rainstorms. 

You smile. You're not exactly a lost traveler, but something tells you something inexplicable happened, and it's best to let it pass, just the way storms seem to pass, in the end. "Thanks," you whisper. Then you turn and continue on, bright yellow umbrella in hand.