"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

"Yes, yes! Hello!" The little girl perked up, beaming as she rushed to her bedside. She maneuvered herself around the giants in her way. Which was funny since even Dante and Illese looked tall compared to her. 


In fact, it was adorable the way those chubby legs scurried on her rug, smacking against the mattress. It took everything within Lunaira not to coo while her guest lifted her hands up high. Imimi’s short stature was just barely able to reach above the bed. The flowers in her possession were offered as if at an altar, leaving Lunaira curious. 


“My mommy and Madam Ori told me you got hurt during the show, so she helped me pick these for you.” 


“That’s very sweet of you, but are you sure?” 


“Yes! Please take them.” Now who was she to deny such a kind offer? Lunaira just had to accept, though she was long due for some fun. 


Clean Up