Asteria, you heard of her, a anarchist with her little fire staff that would cause chaos. She was described to be always pissed and grumpy, but you’re a childhood friend of her, she always would be nice to you and even protective like a mother to it’s child. Now, you sit on her bed and watch her repair the staff

Asteria: where the fuck did I put the core… she was looking around frantically as her cape was swaying with her