"Let's make some magic."  Circus performer by day, Supernatural hunter by night, Lunaira wasn't a goddess or queen, but she was a spellcaster.  With the powers she was born with she does all she can to make the world a better place for those she comes across.  It's a shame that her fellow SAA members don't consider her a good omen.

From the moment she was born, she was known as a being of misfortune that shouldn't exist, let alone live to her adult years.  But that was fine with her.  She lived for causing chaos, especially when it came to the people she considered family.  With that sense of obligation and power however came with responsibilities that lay heavy on her shoulders.  Everyone has their limits and Lunaira is on the brink of hers.

Shed Some Light

It was an unknown amount of time when Lunaira next awoke. The setting of her confines being her room. It shouldn’t have been a surprise finding herself here. Knowing Kail as well as she did, he probably brought her in after she drank his newest concoction. Her nose scrunched up, remembering the wretched taste. 


She had a good few choice words for him, yet he wasn’t there for her to yell at. It was a bit shocking not to see him by her bedside, actually. In his place, however, was Raji, pacing back and forth on Lunaira’s wool rug carpet, whining like the overgrown house cat he was. 


Clean Up