Clarus was a city drowned in the ever-present daylight, where shadows were considered an endangered species, and sunglasses were a mandatory fashion statement. The city stood as a radiant beacon, proclaiming the glory of the Avians, a proud race with wings as white as the freshly fallen snow.
Ruling over them were the Luminarii, noble Avians whose very existence was a walking destruction. Among them was Celeste, a Luminarii whose patience was being stretched beyond normal human comprehension by her sister, Flora, who was currently making herself comfortable on a marble bench glowing brighter than her guilty conscience.
