Columbine

"Well yer right colorful, aren't ye?" Siduri had been wandering wandering wandering. Her mind was awash with the sweet tinge of insanity. Half of the time, the girl didn't even know where she was. She drifted on the breeze. Sometimes she was sane. Sometimes she was Siduri in the flesh. Other times Siduri was locked away in a box, banging on the bars to get out.

Siduri, well... mostly Siduri, walked down the Bifrost, pale paws sinking into the sand. Nothing really was in her mind aside from static as she moved along, no real destination aside from one more step forward. That was when her gaze fell upon the strange looking thing laying in the sand. The breeze drifting along the land bridge told her that the thing was a canine, but it looked like... Siduri blinked a few times then continued moving forward until she was standing behind the dog. "What're ye doin' on the Bifrost? And what're those little scratchies in the sand?"

"Siduri"