"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

The sun graced the clouds with its overbearing presence an hour ago, engulfing the world in an early summer blaze. Sweat fell down in heavy droplets as Ori created a little hand fan, using her magic to keep it floating in midair in addition to flapping cool air her way. She knew she shouldn’t have waited so long to visit her old hometown as she was now paying the heavy price for that decision. 


The humid summer season was upon her, with no signs of stopping. Still, she was here, now she had to endure. The joys outweighed bad as she had multiple reasons for visiting, especially since it was long overdue. She heard a muffled pain sound shuffling beneath her feet. Small groans reached her ears while the ground shifted below. The cause of such disturbances due to her friend moving things around. 


Origins-Raji