The small, frail looking being before you appears to have a soft glow to her skin as though from some light deep within.

Her usual known state would be pale, near white hair kept tidily in place by two small twigs with deep, almost hollow eyes that observe the world around her. When she spoke, is was never more than a whisper. Soft words carried on the breeze only just loud enough for those near by to even notice.

Thing about small frail looking beings though, is that they're rarely what they appear, now are they? and this little entity was no exception.

Around more extreme emotions, she would glow.. a radiance that would only be surpassed by some quite extreme physical changes easily enough realised to fall in touch with whatever those emotions around her happened to be. How long any of these changes may last would depends entirely on just how much she'd happen to 'taste' during her time around them.

Only once out of the city and surrounded by her more comforting nature would her true form become apparent, shedding that bipedal shell that most would see, to become that floating, glowing orb many would recognise as a wisp...

Wisps are of course evil by nature, feeding off anger, hate, pain and whatever other negative emotions can be found, but something was off with this little glowing being. Certainly no angel as would be quickly apparent to any that travelled with her and might see her threatened at all, but without that constant, apparent desire to lure hapless victims to a dire and emotional demise.

No, this little being was more aware and given that she could take humanoid form, likely the result of some accident or experimentation. Whatever it was, her hunger was no longer limited to the states of the near death, but the full spectrum, the rainbow of emotions found amassing in the strange, unnatural stone forests.

She was hungry and she was curious.. could she resist dipping a fingertip into the giant dessert that was Sinfar?