Pale falls breeze, touches the senses on my lips, the sounds of leaves dancing around me. Mist of clouds and drops of rain hover me. As i stare down the path rage and death surrounds me. Let winters breath become me. I heal those who can not heal themselves, i mend those who can not mend, and i love those who can not love. I am Misa, Daughter of Nemion, sister to Anhell, Servant of Amarr.