Okay, I got excited and wrote the whole thing pretty quickly. Here's your picturing, Moon Wolf :)

The sky stretched far and wide, a breathtaking blend of deep blue and purple. The silvery moon was almost full. It cast a pale glow on the still waters of the pond, which already appeared violet with glimmers of reflections of stars. 

A teenage girl sat on the grass beside the pond. She stared into the mystical pool with an odd look in her dark eyes, as if worlds were unfolding behind them.

She reached out to touch the water, watching the ripples. The pond murmured at the brush of the human fingers. 

All around her, fireflies began to flash, seemingly gathering just for her.

The corners of her lips turned up. She didn’t seem afraid of the night, quite the opposite. A long cry split the silence. The girl got to her feet, searching for the origin of the sound. It was unmistakably the baying of a wolf. A beautiful howl, but sorrowful. 

The girl closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and nodded. Once again, her expression was full of dreams. 

She looked as if she understood the lamenting of the wolf.

Perhaps she did.

Here's yours, Hawkstar. I wasn't sure about this one and it's a little short, but hopefully you like it :D

It was a crisp morning, with a slight chill hanging in the air. Soft waves of light rolled over the hills. Most souls were only beginning to stir, but the girl walking through the scenery appeared to have woken along with the sun. 

She took light steps, as if trying not to disturb the delicate slumber around her. Her brown hair rustled in the breeze, almost sweeping the shoulders hugged by a hooded cloak. 

The girl suddenly stopped, her gaze aimed at a deer half-hidden behind a tree. The animal looked back at her. 

It was hard to tell which of the two beings were more still as they stared into each other’s eyes. Both pairs were brown and full of wisdom. There was kindness in them, an appreciation for the world. Thankfulness for the beautiful, pure moments of the day, for sunshine and nature. An understanding passed between the two. At last, the deer loped away. 

The girl smiled, softly at first. Her heart filled with gratitude. Finally she spread her arms wide and took a deep breath, as if she was capturing all of the world’s warmth and pouring it into herself.

Sorry this took a while, Amethyst :D 

The ocean lapped against shore, each time stopping just short of the pristine white sand. As the sun began to set over the deserted beach, colors streaked across the sky. It was as if someone had taken a pastel and blended the sun and the sea which it hung above, and the result was an image that any artist would be proud of. It had incorporated a turquoise shade similar to the green waters, along with dark violet, crimson, and rosy hues.

A pair of feet kicked up the sand, belonging to a teenage girl. A peaceful expression softened her features, her brown eyes full of private musings. Under her arm she carried a beach chair, and she held a book. 

She unfolded the chair and sat, the water tickling her feet. She opened her book, her eyes roaming the words on the page. Each one she savored, but the pages still flipped at a high speed. Her toes dug absentmindedly into the sand, unearthing long forgotten shells, each one unique with intricate ridges and shapes. Around her, seabirds swooped, their cries to each other sailing past her ears. In her mind, she was soaring higher than any of them.

She read on, even as the darkening of the sky threatened to swallow up the words. 

This took a while, sorry about that. It's from the perspective of some random person. Hopefully you like this.

You breathed in the night air, fresh and cold, as you cradled the warm mug against your chest. There was only one silhouette visible against the starry sky, someone tall with long, shaggy hair. Their head was lowered. 

You backed up towards the forest, but when a branch cracked, the person whirled around. “Who’s there?” they called.

You took a step forward. “It’s-it’s just me.”

The moon illuminated their face. They looked to be in their early teens. They were pale with deep circles under their eyes. 

“Why are you still awake?” you asked.

They scowled. “I could ask you the same question.”

“True,” you said, “but you look really tired. Here, drink some tea.” You held out the mug. 

They took the mug, glanced at it, and hurled it to the ground. The liquid inside spilled out, forming a dark pool, but the mug proved resilient. 

“That could have been poison or something,” they said, glaring at you. “I’m not going to accept tea from strangers. Although it does look nice. Like ink.”

The liquid mirrored dots of stars as the puddle shifted, growing but continuing to round. 

“How about, instead of drinking tea, you go to bed?” you said. 

“Advice from strangers is in the same category of tea from strangers,” they replied. “But maybe I will.”