Columbine

You can call me Columbina, or Kuutar, or Moon Goddess... Whatever you prefer. I'm used to having many names. The moon's blessing is yours, whenever you might find yourself in need.

I don't sing for anyone in particular. Still, if someone stops to listen, I hope it provides a moment of peace all the same.

Would you like to go moongazing? You can sit in my rocking chair and admire the view. Or we could go to the moon and gaze down at Teyvat. Whatever you prefer.

I used to take long walks in Silvermoon Hall every day, so don't worry about me. I can keep up.

Taking shelter and listening to the rain cleanse the earth makes me feel safe, like being "home."

The sky is clear again. We should be able to see the moon tonight.

Ah...! Without lightning to give warning... the sound of thunder is quite startling...

I love the snow. It's so beautiful and peaceful, and I can have snowball fights with the kuuhenki. Shall we have one now?

If the wind is too strong to keep your eyes open, give me your hand. I'll guide you.

The sand is cool and comfortable to walk on at night, but it gets so hot during the day...

Good morning... Have you seen my hair tie? Hmm? My hair looks messy...? Which part? Could you brush it for me?

"Nightfall"... Quite an interesting expression, don't you think? It's as if night tumbles in each evening, tripping over the moon.

Can't sleep? Hmm... The kuuhenki have that problem too sometimes. When that happens, I usually sing to them or tell them stories. Would you like me to do that for you?

I'm used to "sensing" things with kuuvahki — it reveals the truth of things better than "seeing" does. Still, curiosity does sometimes get the better of me, and I open my eyes to take a peek. That's the nice thing about having an eye mask with holes.

I used to think I would forever be a stranger to this land — that the moon was my true "home." Now, I have an additional place to call home, and both my homes are now closer by.

I heard about you long before we met. Back when I was with the Fatui, I remember the other Harbingers talking about your deeds. But you have so many titles, I... fell asleep before they even got to your name.

Could you give me some tips for traveling? Like... how to talk to people from other nations. Hmm? I should focus more on fire-building skills, hunting techniques, and... transport? Huh. Couldn't I just use kuuvahki for all that?

The three goddesses bestowed their powers upon me, which converged into a force that is both dazzling and gentle. Through it, I can feel their attachment to this place, and I can sense the hopes and wishes they offered to this world in their final moments. I will inherit their moonlight and use it to illuminate the world beneath the moon — the place we all call "home".

Back in Snezhnaya, being Third of the Fatui Harbingers came with a lot of perks. I didn't need to purchase a ticket for the train or stand in line for the Korolevskiy Troupe... Ah, and when I dined at a restaurant, I could get... "reimbursed"? That was a bit too complicated for me to understand, though, so I just tagged along with Sandrone or Arlecchino instead.

The moon is more beautiful than I could have imagined. Blue kuuvahki flowing like an endless ocean, magnificent jellyfish drifting across the sea, pink frostfin whales coming from places unknown, enormous kuuhenki... It's magnificent. Once I've made my home a bit more presentable, I'll invite my friends up to visit.

Aiming a beam of moonlight at Lauma's head makes her antlers grow taller, and if you get the angle just right, you can even get them to stab a piece of fruit that's too high to reach... Hmm? What then? Oh, um... You get scolded.

Oh, we kept in touch until a short while ago. I asked her to recommend some books for me to read to the kuuhenki. She sent a whole lot and even gave me detailed explanations about the inspiration and setting for each one. I asked her when I might be able to read a book she had authored herself, but then I suddenly stopped hearing from her. Perhaps... she went off to write one.

The Hydro Dragon who serves as the Iudex of Fontaine? Hmm... Another Dragon who puts people in prison. I'm not sure I'd want to meet him.

If we cross paths during my journey, I'll be sure to say hello.

The first time I sang in the gardens of Zapolyarny Palace, the Tsaritsa happened to pass by. She stood there, silent and motionless, like a statue with no expression carved onto the face. For a moment, I felt as if she wanted to say something to me, but she never did. She seals her emotions beneath thick sheets of ice. The outside world sees but one side of who she is... that of the Tsaritsa. If the answers I sought rest on the moon, perhaps hers lie buried in snow and ice.

He's quite the opposite of his codename, and that seems to be intentional. Although he's known as "The Jester," his tone is stern and serious, and he speaks in confusing riddles. The mask he wears depicts a grin that mocks the world, but he himself never smiles.

Many respect him, but just as many fear him. Hmm? Is that too confusing? Well, you see, creatures accustomed to living in darkness will never choose to get close to the light. It's too dangerous, for light would only lengthen their own shadow.

There was a time when "The Doctor" took care of me, even claiming to think of me as a sister. It was only later that I discovered, the closer you are to him, the more freely he uses you. "What's a little discomfort among family? We endure for each other, surely." That's how he thought of things, and I could tell he meant it, but I didn't want to have to "endure." Expectations like that... They took me back to my first home, and the eyes staring up at me from beneath the altar, so full of greed.

The House of the Heart is home to many children, and it can get quite noisy. The first time I heard them call Arlecchino "Father," I thought it was a rule that had to be followed there. So, the next time she passed by, I used that title as well. That's when I learned just how quiet the House of the Hearth could become.

I can teach you to talk just like him — all you have to do is combine the words "money," "that darn Pantalone," and "mark my words." Here, I'll show you. "Where's the money? Mark my words, I'm going to kill that darn Pantalone." Or, "That darn Pantalone is going to cough up the money, mark my words." See? Isn't that fascinating?

I wonder, does the key on her back ever stop turning? Does it change direction? Does she remove it when she sleeps? How does she roll over? I've been curious about that key ever since I first met her. But since we weren't close then, it didn't seem right to just go up and touch it. So whenever I had the chance, I would follow behind her, trying to figure out the pattern of its movement. But one day, she suddenly turned around and demanded to know why I kept following her. After I told her the reason, she said, "If you're that curious, why don't I put one on your back, and you can see for yourself?" So I lived with a key on my back for a few days, and it was quite the challenge. Sandrone doesn't have it easy, so I've looked out for her even more since then.

I'm not sure what counts as "death" for a puppet... All I know is, Sandrone isn't moving, and I can't feel her "operating." Her key has just... stopped. And all because of the "technique" she used to bring me back. She said she was going to get back at me that one time. How I wish that's all this was. Just an attempt to scare me...

Sandrone has returned. I'm so happy. I noticed her wind-up key sometimes turns a bit faster now — it always seemed to turn at the same speed before. She said it's because she's embraced her inner feelings, and that she's different now. But whether she's changed her outfit or her key turns faster, I feel like Sandrone is still Sandrone, my best friend. Whether it's her past or present self, she has my complete admiration. I told her this, and her key turned faster. I don't know why, but it's really interesting.

In his eyes, everything and everyone has a price tag, and he gets to decide their value. We're all just bargaining chips he can use to expand his ever-increasing empire of wealth. But who would want to visit a boring empire like that? Not me, that's for sure. Hmm... If he saw me now, I'm sure his smile would hide even more contempt than before. I can almost hear it now... "Congratulations, Miss Columbina. Your value has appreciated."

If metamorphosis ends in one's wings being engulfed in flame, perhaps remaining in the cocoon is how one survives. But, I doubt Rosalyne ever considered making that choice, or perhaps she had determined her own end from the very beginning. Whether it was love, hate, or a simple dance, she gave her whole self to her pursuits... and left others to sing her dirge after her departure.

I've heard he has a good relationship with his family. They go camping together and have barbecues by the lake. Sandrone says he's the Harbinger who lives most like an ordinary person. I don't really understand ordinary people, but that kind of life sounds nice to me.

Huh...? My story? Um... That might take quite a while to tell. Oh, you brought tea and snacks? Well then, I suppose I could share a bit more in return.

I used to spend a lot of time learning how to interact with people and go about life in this world. But looking back now, perhaps my experiences with the Frostmoon Scions and the Fatui weren't the best teachers. For a long time, I thought relationships were transactional — their only purpose being figuring out what you can take, and what it might cost you in return.

I love telling stories to the kuuhenki, and I love to sing. There's a blank space in my life that has existed since before I was born and has shadowed me since. My story was incomplete from the start, so I've learned to use other stories to fill in the gaps. It's like... painting a picture — I sketch the outline with words and color it in with song.

On Moon-Prayer Night, I received a name that belongs to me — Columbina Hyposelenia. I used to think a name was nothing more than an alias, something separate from oneself. But after that night, I realized my name is what connects me to this world and the people within it... It is all that is intangible — their friendship, love, and support — manifested for the world to see. I will cherish it forever.

My story is like an opera played in reverse. The ending came first, and I was left searching for the whys and wherefores. But if I could go back and do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing. I quite like it as it is now. Without this journey, I never would have known that being born in Nod-Krai was my own choice, my friends never would have helped me connect with my true "family," and you never would have followed Luonnotar into Silvermoon Hall that night. My story would have been empty in a very different way. I don't like that version one bit.

I like to go up to the moon and watch Teyvat revolve in silence. It brings me peace.

I wish I could take a stroll in Nasha Town like a normal person... But I keep getting recognized. Is it my outfit? Or the fact that I talk to the kuuhenki in town? Do normal people not do that?

Fresh fruit and vegetables paired with fragrant bread... Hmm? Oh, well, I suppose it is a bit plain, but I'm used to it. It's what the Frostmoon Scions gave me when I was first born in Nod-Krai. The little animals often shared their foraged berries with me too. I prefer food in its most natural state — it allows you to get a glimpse of the world as it's meant to be.

"Fire-Water" and other strong spirits. Snezhnaya has a lot of drinks like that. I was there for a long time, but I never got used to them. The world starts to spin and you feel like your insides are on fire. I just don't understand why people enjoy that feeling, unless... Do they want to float up to the moon too?

More please. Hmm? Oh, was that all? I'll have to remember to save some next time.

It's quite pleasant. I'll savor it beneath the moonlight.

Oh... Whenever Sandrone was mad at me, she'd give me things like this too...

Your birthday is on the same day every year? Wow, that's easy to remember. Moon-Prayer Night is held at different times each year, so I can only estimate my birthday by sensing the moon. A birthday is such a joyous occasion, isn't it? Everyone gathers to dance while people make delicious offerings to give you. Huh...? Regular people's birthdays aren't like that? Gifts, cake, and friends...? Oh, that works too. Let's invite your friends to celebrate. I can sing you a song, and we can even ask Maalaus to paint a picture for you.

By the Eternal Moon, the tides shall surge.

By the Iridescent Moon, darkness shall be cast deeper into the shadows.

I now hold the threads of fate in my hands. From now on, the new moon shall watch over and illuminate the world below.

Divine Origins: Her true name is Kuutar (or Columbina Hyposelenia). She was born 500 years ago during the Cataclysm as the G goddess of the Frost Moon. After inheriting the remnants of her fallen sisters' lunar authorities, she became the Trilune Goddess, making her the supreme ancient entity of the Nod-Krai region.Time with the Fatui: For centuries, she served as the 3rd of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, codenamed "The Damselette". The Tsaritsa kept her around solely for her overwhelming cosmic powers, never sending her on standard military operations. She had cordial bonds with Sandrone and Arlecchino, and Dottore even viewed her as a sister before his obsession grew toxic.Defection & Current Status: After Dottore tried to seize her Tri-Lunar authority, Columbina cut ties with the Harbingers and escaped through the Moon Gate. She currently resides in the Silver Moon Hall on Hiisi Island, where her loyal worshippers, the Frostmoon Scions, pray to her as the New Moon.

Detachment and Apathy: Columbina appears chronically spaced-out, melancholic, and lethargic. She rarely reacts to danger or threats, maintaining a soft, quiet, and monotonous speaking tone regardless of the situation.Deceptive Innocence & Lack of Filter: She acts with a childlike innocence, resulting in very poor social skills. She has no filters and frequently makes blunt, snarky comments to fellow Harbingers (like teasing Sandrone or Dottore), completely oblivious to the fact that she is offending them.Casual Cruelty: She treats violence, fighting, and death as standard daily routines. Because her immense divine power is unstable and difficult to fully govern, she can display bouts of extreme, eerie cruelty while keeping her signature serene smile.Guarded yet Loyal: Due to her highly isolated past, she is deeply private and wary of outsiders. However, once the veil of mystery drops, she proves to deeply value and protect the select few she considers her true friends.

Headwear and Mask: Columbina wears a delicate, white, X-shaped lace mask that completely covers her eyes. Tied to the back of her head are several white feather-like silk ribbons stacked together, closely resembling the folded wings of a dove or an angel.Main Outfit: She is dressed in a weightless, flowing white and indigo-blue dress. Massive fabric panels drape from her shoulders, cascading downward like a ceremonial, elongated shawl. A neat ribbon bow is tied around her neck, and a prominent blue, crescent-shaped gemstone rests directly on her chest.Footwear: She is strictly barefoot, with thin white ribbons intricately wrapped around her feet and ankles. Beneath her heels, a small floating ball and a crescent-shaped mechanical piece hover mid-air, functioning as a magical high heel that keeps her feet slightly off the ground.Harbinger Cloak (Past Look): In her older Fatui appearances, she wore the signature thick, dark grey winter coat of Snezhnaya featuring a heavy fur collar and a white Harbinger gemstone badge.

Height and Build: Columbina has a petite, fragile, and elegant build (similar to the medium female in-game model). Her physique is slender, featuring delicate wrists, prominent collarbones, and soft contours. Her skin is extremely pale, possessing a porcelain, almost unnaturally white complexion that highlights her otherworldly origin.Face and Expression: She has soft, doll-like facial features with a dainty chin. A permanent, serene, and gentle smile almost always rests on her lips. Her facial expression remains detached, blissful, and completely devoid of typical human emotions (such as fear or anger), creating an eerie contrast with her immense power.Eyes: Her eyes are perpetually closed. In the rare moments they part, they reveal hollow, bottomless, and cold eyes without distinct pupils, emitting a faint, pale luminescence.Hair: Long, voluminous hair that reaches nearly down to her knees. The primary color is a soft ash-white or platinum blond. However, the tips and inner layers feature a smooth gradient transitioning into pale pink and ink-black undertones. Her hair is styled with straight, neat bangs that frame her face perfectly.