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( a melody for ... ) the dove who yearns for the world outside her pristine cage. a lost maiden whom the world could not help but love. a daughter of a long-lost lullaby. the remaining voice in an empty choir. looking for what was once there, but no longer remains. denying the 'you' made in one's head. freedom. desire. journey. community. a wish upon the stars. a message for those below.
"Miss Aino," Columbina starts, watching the young mechanist run back and forth around her work station. The moon maiden sits delicately upon a wooden crate, holding a spare part she knows little about. She has no intentions of questioning Aino on where most of her... collection comes from, she's sure she'll learn eventually.
"I am not sure what exactly I'm supposed to be doing. I don't think me sitting here is helping you finish your work faster." Then again, Columbina doesn't have a mechanist's touch - judging from how the last robot she tried to help with ended up falling.. apart.
"Before we return to Teyvat, why don't we explore the moon?" Columbina offers Lumine a gentle smile, lunar eyes glimmering with curiosity. "It'll be some time before we can visit again, anyway."
The moon maiden stands, floating down to the rocky ground. Her footsteps are even more weightless than they are back home, barely touching the ground with each step she takes. She turns to look up at her companion, tilting her head. "Are you coming, Lumine?"
"What a mess, Doctor." The Damselette muses, letting herself into the Harbinger's lab. She speaks casually of the clutter, almost as if she were bringing him the morning news. "You couldn't have bothered to tidy up just a bit before my visit?"
It's a dangerous game, prodding at Dottore. Columbina knows as much, but unlike Sandrone, he rarely gives her the fun, dramatic reaction she's hoping for. Maybe she'll start singing outside his door at night.
.. Though ... does he even sleep, truly?
Instead, the Damselette floats delicately towards his desk, peering at the scattered paperwork written in languages she knows little of. "What could you be researching this time, might I ask?"
Columbina sits upon the iron garden chair, watching Furina's one woman show while nursing a warm teacup in her hands. Having only just entered Fontaine, Columbina admitted to the young lady she knew little of Fontainian theatre - Furina's reaction was as expected.
And so, the dove watches as her solo performance continues, beautifully so. Furina is quite the actress, Columbina watches her with awe, moving to set her teacup down on the garden table to clap as the young lady gives her final bow.
"That was amazing, miss Furina." The moon maiden offers a delicate smile. "A great introduction to Fontaine's theatre, I'd say."