"Andromeda (Original)" by Michelle C. Osborn

This is Andromeda.  She's from the planet Vrallior, which is the ninth rock from their sun (Be'la'tejeus), way off in the boonies of Alpha Centauri.   Since it's Farkin' cold there, the Vralli live in caves underground for the most part, and are as a result absolutely colorless.  Seriously.  Except for their eyes, which I think are red, but I'm not sure.   They're also sort of small in stature, because of malnutrition.  They import stuff from other planets, sure, but the only inhabitable places on the planet's surface are near the places where magma bubbles near the surface of the planet and makes it about...say, 71 degrees year-round.  Comfy in the cities, like Irnau'fae'lae-um, but it's freezing everywhere else, 'cept underground, BUT -- it is not dark.  See, for the most part, Vrallior is a ball of ice.  There's rock, yes, but it's full of nooks and crannies which are generally filled with...ice.  So the Ancients (those would be the indiginous Vralli), who all died out aeons ago, built a complex system of mirrors all throughout Vrallior.  What do these mirrors do?  They reflect light from the planet's molten core and shine it up up up to the surface.  The entire planet glows.  Awesome.  It's not bright light, but it's enough to see by, and the Vralli don't need bright lights.  Vrallior also has a low gravity, so Vralli bones aren't very dense.  Vralli have extremely quick reflexes and are very flexible, but they also break very easily on other planets.

I really don't know why I keep calling it a planet.  It's not, it's actually a moon around the ninth planet.   But whatever.