Luna stomped from her room, minion's head in hand, her long, dark red, hooded robe covering her from head to toe. Hearing something behind her, she saw a minion laying on the ground across the hall from Kaldir's open door. As she got closer, absently noticing the minion still breathing, she heard the shuffle of her brother dressing. She grabbed the head of the minion that had been unlucky enough to wake her brother and began towards the throne room, her red-tinted, golden eyes glaring down the hallway. After a while, she heard Kaldir coming up behind her.

Being the youngest, Luna had her advantages and disadvantages. She was the smallest, allowing her to get into most places her siblings couldn't, but she was also the shortest and often had to ask her brothers, sometimes her sister as well, to grab things on shelves too high for her to reach.

"Kaldir." she said, turning to thrown the minion that had woken him to his feet. "I'm guessing you'll want to deal with that maggot yourself?"