Clover

Her peaceful expression belies the fact that she no longer lives.

Before she was this, a gentle, wandering spirit in the forest, she was Poppy. Born small, and yet so full of live and love for the world around her. She was what one would call... very ordinary to the eye. Her pelt was gray, tinged with hints of brown and white, with a pale yellow gaze. She had a fondness for rolling in grasses, so there was always green stained onto her fur. She always regarded her brother and their little family with an infinite happiness.

It would have remained so, until she was old and gray, were it not for an unfortunate accident that saw her go before her time.

Now, she roams aimlessly through forests and plains as something of a ghost, marveling at all the sights, the sounds, the smells of a world now new to her again. She helps those she passes by that need it, be it with herbal remedies, or directions, or just simple company. Although she seems to have a corporeal form, sometimes those she meets suddenly find themselves alone again, as if she's been taken by the wind.

She has no recollection of her death, or any memories of her life before- just the faint notion that she's forgetting something important.

In her idle wanderings, she came across what, to some, is a truly fearsome fiend: Cù-sìth. She felt no fear upon beholding him. He understood the nature of her immediately, and urged her to pass on, to find rest, to find peace. But she would not.There was so much to see! So much to do! And there was something just barely out of reach of her foggy mind that she desperately wanted to search for.

Perhaps he could help her.