she should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean...

A slim slip of a creature. Perhaps, in a way, she lives up to her name - where once you might have seen her now only a memory remains, an echo; slipping through the world like smoke through the trees. Softly she treads, quick to come and go. Her small stature allows her to explore the many nooks and crannies that Canis has to offer, and explore she is glad to do. Blanketed in blue-black shadows, moon-silver greys and starlight white with periwinkle blue eyes, she might dare to describe herself as pretty... if she cared about such things.