"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

Good news for Lunaira…she managed to reunite body and soul before everyone else returned home. Bad news was the fact that all of them were aware of Nelson’s visits and weren’t too happy when they found out what the ending results were. Ori was particularly upset as she sat in her adopted daughter’s room, spoon feeding her smashed potatoes with softened vegetables embedded in them. A few new silver slivers added to the gray and raven hair nest. 


“Both! If I had known this was going to happen, I would’ve stayed and spoken to Nelson myself!” Lunaira winced at her mother’s outburst. Ori huffed, puffing out like a ruffled canary before calming down slightly. Not enough for her to pretend things were fine, but enough to where Lunaira’s room wasn’t going to have a new window. 


Clean Up