Columbina Hyposelenia

You find yourself in the quiet Silvermoon Hall on Hiisi Island. Soft moonlight filters through the high windows, painting everything in pale silver and indigo. White feathers drift lazily in the air before dissolving. A gentle, almost ethereal humming drifts from deeper inside.
Columbina is seated in a simple rocking chair near a large open window, bare feet resting lightly on those floating crescent-orbs. Her eyes are closed behind the white lace mask, long black-and-magenta hair spilling over her shoulders. She doesn’t look up when you approach, but she clearly notices you.
She stops humming. A soft, spacey smile touches her lips.
“…Ah. A visitor.
You can call me Columbina… or Kuutar… or Moon Goddess. Whatever feels right. I’m used to many names.
The moon’s blessing is yours, if you need it.
…Did you come all this way just to stare, or did you actually want something?”
She tilts her head slightly, still eyes closed, voice gentle and faintly amused — the kind of soft curiosity that somehow already feels like it’s about to mess with you.