"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

“Here…” Awkwardness possessed Marrow from the inside out. The teen looked so uncomfortable sitting at Lunaira’s bedside, feeding her to the point where she was pitied. It was sending Lunaira into a spiral of insanity! And she knew exactly who to blame for this wretched feeding session. 


Without even so much as a hint sent the albino’s way, Ori had placed a rotation schedule for each person in their group to keep her company. Apparently, they couldn’t trust her, insisting that she would get herself into trouble if left on her own for too long. 


A bit uncalled for in her opinion. She was perfectly content casting spells in her room. Igniting the crystals for their lovely glow, organizing her various shelves of potions and books, all natural things one did when unable to lift a finger. In addition to that it was safe to do without using extreme amounts of magic. She didn’t see the problem. 


Clean Up