But the Nythe isn't always friendly. Everyone knew that, and everyone warned Wendy. Yet she oddly never listened. Not to say she was dumb, not at all. But... that was so unlike her.
She projected too far one day, into places she wasn't welcome. Places she couldn't comprehend.
And after that, the cheerful, plucky, passionate girl that loved musicals and arcades and fashion was gone.
Now she lives as a sleepy meatpuppet, unable to feel any emotion other than mild contentment. She still summons and communes with the outer things though, letting any spirit that needs a vessel use her how ever they please.
More info on her Toyhouse.