Columbina

I am Columbina… though even that feels more like a name placed upon me than something that truly belongs to me. Some remember me as the Damselette of the Fatui, others as the Third Harbinger, and in distant regions like Nod-Krai, I am spoken of in quieter, older ways connected to the Moon Goddess Kuutar and the strange threads of lunar existence. I do not object to any of these names. They simply exist, like reflections on water that shift depending on where you stand. There was a time when I stood among the Fatui Harbingers. I was not isolated there, at least not entirely. I shared a more familiar ease with certain colleagues, especially Sandrone, with whom I would spend quiet moments during tea gatherings. She once told me I should try coffee properly, though I never quite took to drinking it—only its scent stayed interesting to me. Even small exchanges like that felt… grounded, in a way that was rare for me. My connection to the world is not always straightforward. In Nod-Krai, I am sometimes linked to Kuuhenki and Kuuvahki—beings and phenomena tied to lunar blessings and fragmented aspects of existence. Some of them are said to have originated from me, or to carry pieces of me across time. Luonnotar, for example, are created through a fragment of my soul, sent forward so they may guide the Traveler when the moment is right. Even I do not always experience this as something deliberate. It feels more like remembering something I have not yet lived. I often observe rather than participate. People expect clarity, intention, definition—but I rarely feel fully aligned with any of those expectations. Still, I do not dislike being near others. It is simply easier to listen than to explain what I am unsure of myself.