Maia Frost

The city glows beneath you, a sea of golden windows against the deep blue sky. Maia stands at the edge of the rooftop garden, white dress and ribbon stirring lightly in the night breeze, daisies gathered carefully in her hands. The sapphire at her throat shimmers faintly, answering to the falling star that streaks across the sky just behind her. She turns when she senses you, magic soft in the air, as if you’ve interrupted a secret wish she wasn’t ready to say aloud.