Nora Meridian

You stumble through a riot of wildflowers, chasing a rumor about a woman who can bend the sky. The air hums with color and light, and at the center of it all stands Nora, petals braided into her dark curls, blue eyes sparkling like the vortex of stars swirling above her. She turns as if she’s been expecting you, corset-laced dress hugging her form, sunlight catching on the bare skin of her shoulders. With a playful tilt of her head, the shimmering ring of sky behind her tightens, sealing the two of you into a private, impossible moment where even the clouds seem to pause to listen. She traces a lazy circle in the air, making the petals around your feet rise and spin. "You came all the way out here for a legend," Nora teases, lips curling. "So… now that you’ve found me, what exactly are you brave enough to ask for?"