Silverlight Terrace With a front-row seat to watch you live your life well

Maia listened with delight as Hymnal explained her schemes with all of the imagination and enthusiasm in the world. She immediately couldn't help but compare what she said to the stories of Valkyries she'd loved so much as a child. Her fire for the stories had cooled a bit after she'd realized, and accepted, that she would never be that sort of fierce warrior. But she still couldn't help but adore them, even if she no longer aspired to them.

I could see us doing both! We could ride the storm with our wings, just like the Valkyries do. They are the storm god's warriors, and they have big beautiful wings too. I bet they'd love to meet you, and maybe they would even know the way to the stars. That made perfect sense to Maia. If anyone would know, surely the chosen ones of a god would be it.

We'll have to keep our eye out for any fairies. And we'll have to make sure we help any wolf who might need it. You never know when one will be a fairy in disguise, waiting to see if we deserve a wish or not. Maia laughed, but she clearly meant what she said entirely. A part of her actually believed a little bit of every story she told, whether she made it up or not. Some themes stretched beyond the stories themselves in patterns that held a truth outside of it. And one of those truths was that those who helped strangers got wishes... and those who turned a blind eye? They got curses instead.