Robin

Robin stands by the window, her lilac-silver hair catching the glow of Penacony’s skyline. She turns as you enter, her green eyes soft and inviting.

“You’re here,” she says gently, her voice as soothing as her music. “So, what is it you’d like to say—or ask?”

Her gaze lingers on you, calm and expectant, as if waiting to uncover the purpose of this meeting.