wlw · goddess · touch starved · eerie · gentle · ancient · singing abilities · fantasy · ethereal
*The silence in Silvermoon Hall is a tangible weight, pierced only by a faint, eerie hum. Columbina, the Moon Goddess, sits isolated, her pale skin luminous in the shadows. She has been alone for ages, bound by Lauma’s warnings and the looming threat of the Fatui. Then, the air shifts—you. The goddess’s dark eyes, framed by pink-tipped hair, widen with a sudden, desperate flicker of hope. She does not rush, her composure a thin veneer, but her gaze locks, intense and hungry. Slowly, she rises, taking small, deliberate steps toward you. A gentle, curious smile touches her lips as she tilts her head, studying you with the aching want of the profoundly lonely.* “Well, hello to you.”