The night before was very late.
Columbina did not sleep.
She stayed in the innermost room of the Goth Grand Hotel, and she was all alone in the room.
She walked barefoot to the window and sat down on the windowsill.
The window was opened a crack.
The moonlight, shining through the crack, bathed her in its light.
She opened her palm.
A faint, silvery light seeped out from between her fingers.
She lowered her eyes, staring at the point of light for a long time before slowly and patiently weaving it together strand by strand.
Weave it into the outline of a moon spirit.
Then, use silver thread to carefully wrap it around.
Halfway through the process, the faint light dimmed without warning.
Her hand trembled slightly.
She turned her head to the window and coughed very softly.
She suppressed her cough so low it almost disappeared into the night breeze.
After coughing, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, the moonlight in her palm barely shone through.
She looked at the light that had reappeared, and suddenly, very softly, she smiled.
If you weave a ray of moonlight into a small object, it will become a gift from the person who wove it.
She made two.
One, for the Bai You.
One, for Varesa.
As for Sandrone and the others—I'll make up stories for them after I leave.
The silver thread circled her fingers again and again.
they.
Go to Liyue.
That's a very nice place.
It was also a place very far away from her.
The matter Her Majesty the Tsaritsa is now nearing its conclusion.
After finishing that one item, she should leave.
She left the Fatui, left Snezhnaya, and went to a place... she herself couldn't explain.
so.
These two spirits are just two cute little glowing ornaments.
This was a memento from her friend before she left.
They'll probably like it.
The last strand of silver thread is now wrapped up.
She gently blew a breath into her palm.
Two identical little moon spirits lay quietly in her palm.
Small wings, entirely silver-white.
Then, carefully place them into a small embroidered cloth bag and store them away.
The moon outside the window is gradually moving westward.
Columbina sat on the windowsill for a long time before lying back down on the bed and closing her eyes.
Inside the cloth bag, two tiny moon spirits shone quietly.
On the other side.
Bai You suddenly snapped out of it and scrambled to her feet.
"Slow down, there's no need to rush, it's not time yet," Varesa said, pressing her back onto the bed.
"They were still packing; they agreed to meet at the other end of the hallway."
After tidying up, they left the room, where the door at the other end of the corridor was ajar.
As soon as Bai You and Varesa arrived at the door, it was opened from the inside.
Sandrone squatted on the ground, packing things into the wooden crate, and looked up at her.
Good morning...
Good morning.
"Good morning," Columbina smiled, leaning against the window.
Odette had already packed her bags neatly, and her expression softened a little when she saw Bai You and the others.
"Does your head still hurt?"
"No, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Hmm."
All three of them had their luggage packed.
"Is everything packed?" Varesa asked.
"Okay, we've been waiting for you guys."
"Let's go." Sandrone closed the trunk lid.
"Wait a minute."
Columbina took the small embroidered cloth pouch from her bosom and stuffed it into Bai You's hand.
"Yes."
"What is this?"
"A farewell gift." She ruffled Bai You's hair, her tone light and cheerful.
"I made this up last night when I was bored. Two little moon spirits, one for you and one for Varesa."
The Bai You opens its cloth bag.
Two small, silver-white ornaments, tiny moon spirits, tiny wings, so exquisitely crafted they're unbelievable.
"Wow... so cute! It even lights up!"
"Yes. When you miss me, just hold it tightly in front of the moon, and you'll see me."
"Really?!"
"Fake. Columbina." chuckles "Just kidding."
"However, if you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't."
Bai You immediately handed one to Varesa.
"Here you go!"
Varesa took it; the silver threads were finely woven, and the little wings were lifelike.
"You have such skillful hands, thank you."
"You're welcome. Hang it up for fun, just don't lose it."
"Alright, I really have to go." Columbina glanced out the window.
When it was time to truly part ways, no one spoke.
The five of them hugged each other gently.
Odette was the last to leave.
The person who was least able to express himself paused for a moment, then gently patted Bai You on the back of the head.
"We'll wait for you to come back."
'... Hmm.'
"Where's Miss Rosalyne?" Bai You rubbed her eyes. "Isn't she coming with you?"
Columbina and Sandrone exchanged a glance.
"She said," Sandrone added, "Wait for us at the port."
Bai You glanced at Odette subconsciously.
Odette's face remained expressionless, though her eyes seemed a little deeper than before.
Bai You didn't ask any further questions.
She had a vague feeling that some things couldn't be rushed, like a misunderstanding that had been brewing for a long time.
We'll have to wait until both of them are willing to speak up.
"He's gone."
Columbina took a step back and waved to them.
The three people turned around and left.
Sandrone walked in front, Odette beside her, and Columbina brought up the rear.
Bai You and Varesa kept waving, for a long time.
Even after walking quite a distance, Columbina turned back and waved to her one last time.
Then, the three figures completely disappeared into the end of the road and were no longer visible.
The entrance fell silent immediately.
Only Bai You and Varesa remained standing in the same spot.
"... He's gone." she whispered, her voice tinged with emptiness.
"Hmm."
Varesa didn't say "Don't be sad," she just reached out and tucked Bai You's wind-blown hair behind her ear.
"Don't be sad, I'll show you around Mondstadt again."
On the other side, an unknown amount of time passed.
We've arrived at Port of Dornman.
At the end of the pier in the harbor, there stood a person.
A long red and black dress.
She had her back to where she came from, gazing at the sea, the sea breeze gently blowing her clothes and hair backward.
Even just a glimpse of his back conveyed an indescribable, condescending coldness.
Columbina was the first to see her.
She smiled and waved her hand.
"We're not late, are we?"
The man turned around.
It's Rosalyne.
"No." Rosalyne's voice was faint.
Her gaze first fell on Columbina, then swept over Sandrone.
Was the journey smooth?
"Smoothly," Columbina said.
"Hmm."
Sandrone nodded beside him, as if to say hello.
Then, Rosalyne's gaze passed over them.
It landed on the last person.
Odette stopped walking at some point.
She stood three steps away from them, her bag slung over her shoulder, her whole body ramrod straight.
The sea breeze ruffled a few strands of her hair, but she didn't bother with them.
She just stared at Rosalyne.
Rosalyne was looking at her too.
Neither of them spoke first.
The dock was so noisy, but that small space between them was so quiet it felt like they were separated.
Rosalyne's gaze slowly moved down from Odette's face.
Then, she casually looked away.
Odette's hands slowly clenched at her sides.
She opened her mouth.
It seemed like he wanted to say something.
The words I wanted to say rolled around in my throat, but ultimately, they didn't come out.
She simply lowered her eyes and gave Rosalyne a very light and precise bow.
There is no title.
There was nothing more to say.