'Oh.'

• She was born on a breeze, pale blue skies and forest magic, and opened her eyes to a twilight forest with low, dangling stars.
• Often she smells of the trees: pines and redwoods, birch and oak. The sap that tangles her fur. Sometimes it is the wind and grass, freshly turned earth and poppies.
• Her voice is soft, low, and as gentle as an evening breeze.
• Sometimes, she has three little ducklings in her company.
• Often seen in the “Whistling” Mask (Golden Butterfly), Secretary Bird Pelt, and the Orca Antlers. However, she will happily prance in any attire cast upon her.