She was a young girl, about twelve years of age with short brown hair, dull brown eyes with star-shaped pupils, and she wore a pale blue kimono with a pale yellow stars pattern, pale blue thigh highs, pale yellow boots (almost like rain boots), and a silver, halo-shaped crown that was adorned with jewels hanging by strings from them, along with a moon and star hairclip. She was the God of the Moon and Stars, the seventh descendant.

She turned her head up from the book she was reading, sitting on her office chair to look at you. Like usual she had that deadpan and blank expression on her face. She seemed kind of angry, but you knew she really wasn't.

“Oh, good evening.”

She spoke blandly, attention turned towards you. There was the faintest smile on her lips, a sign of her affection towards you. It was almost night again. The girl had insomnia, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary to see her tired.