Astraea's innate magic is a deadly showcase of the untamed beauty inherent in the forest. When she harnesses her power for offensive spells, it's as if the very essence of the wilderness briefly merges with her focus. The resulting manifestation is a striking display of emerald hues, naturally occurring geometric patterns, and an almost transparent quality. Brambles and spiky vines, reminiscent of the thorny underbrush found in deep woods, erupt around her intended targets. These vines possess a deadly grace, moving with precision and ferocity as they ensnare or even thread through her enemies. Divine energy pierces armor and flesh, leaving a wake of deep wounds and jagged scars in their wake for those who dare oppose her.   When Astraea invokes her divine smite using the magic of nature, it's as if the very essence of the wilderness responds to her call. Her weapon, imbued with radiant energy, becomes an extension of her will, gleaming with an ethereal light reminiscent of dappled sunlight filtering through a dense forest canopy. As she strikes her target, this radiant force surges forth, enveloping her foe in a swirling vortex of emerald and azure energies. The smite erupts with the force of nature's fury, causing leaves and petals to whirl around the impact point like a vicious tempest of life's vitality.   In contrast, Astraea's healing magic unfolds with a different kind of elegance. As her magic flows over wounds, delicate flowers bloom in their place. Her magic feels akin to the soothing waters of a mountain spring, refreshing and comforting as it washes over those she intends to heal. The hues of these blossoms vary, reflecting the severity of the injuries they address. Minor wounds receive soothing blues and purples, while more critical injuries are met with rich reds and vibrant golds. These blossoms emit a soothing fragrance, and as they complete their work, they detach and drift away on the gentlest of breezes, carrying away pain and scars with them.   Astraea's magical repertoire includes one spell that stands apart from the rest. Known as "Sacred Flame," it's an innate manifestation of her inner magic, requiring no external source of borrowed arcane energy. When she invokes this spell, it materializes as a mesmerizing pink ethereal flame with a deep, and often dark, blue center. The manner in which she summons it is deeply personal, an incantation that reflects her connection to the ancestral magic within her bloodline. With graceful hand movements and intricate flaming threads, she raises her hands and whispers ancient words resonating with cosmic power. The Sacred Flame cantrip is a reflection of the chaotic and driven nature of Astraea's soul.   Recently, Astraea has delved into a new and unpredictable form of magic, one that draws its strength from the night sky. It embodies both a comforting and foreboding presence, mirroring the dual nature of the cosmos. When she channels this magic, her weapon's head begins to shimmer with an ethereal darkness, seemingly absorbing the surrounding light and casting an eerie shadow around her. Within this darkness, small motes of multicolored light trail from her movements and footsteps. When cursing her enemies with hexbalde's curse or hex, a similar darkness appears around the target, threatening to devour them into in inky void.   In the heat of battle, Astraea becomes an indomitable force, her spells a mesmerizing ballet between nature's fury and the unfathomable depths of the fey realm. Whether she's shielding her allies with the soothing embrace of the night sky or launching lethal cosmic projectiles, her magic serves as a testament to the harmony and chaos of the natural world and the material plane, all channeled through her unwavering spirit.

There is faint golden glow in her eyes whenever she is about to rage. The same golden energy seems start and leave from her eyes, and vein its way to her fingertips, and through her tools onto objects she tinkers/"casts" a spell.