Canean is a small, lean, and athletic woman. Her clothes varry on the waether or how she feels that day, which is always a gamble on how she will be feeling each day. Her short and weavy hair is a bright red, resembling her mothers whom she never met, nor ever will. If one was to look upon her dark red lips they would see a friendly smile more often than not, and one would not even wan't to imagine a frown upon them. Her slightly tanned skin bears many freckles upon her cheeks and arms, otherwise her body is smoothe and clear. Except of course for the tatoo's she bears, the ones she was given from her tribe up North. These tatoo's one would easilly see if she worse a short sleeved outfit, which she does at times. Her tatoo's alighn her whole body, foot to shoulders. Most of the time, slung over her back, is a harp. Sometimes a theorbo, and a lute, smetimes upon her waist is a flute and clarinet, drum. Many different instraments she carries form time to time. And of course her many pouches of pipeweed or rhubarb that she grows in local farms of the place she is currently staying. The weed is her her own mouth, or anyone elses whom is willing to pay a silver a pouch. The rhubarb she keeps for her pies, that of which she also sells. Her giggles are a plnety and her smiles are unending, she welcomes all whom are up for a friendly chat.