Ysena washed her face at the basin, another nightmare she thought, as if a shadow was going to befall the small town of which she was charged to serve... But she did not understand how. Looking back in the water, the ripples made it hard to see her features until it settled, her eyes glistening back at her, did she cry in her sleep? Her ears pointed upwards in the usual form expected of a half elf. She was ashamed by her lineage, so she arranged her hair in a fashion that it covered them.<br/><br/>Judging by the sun, it was nearly time for her to do her morning sermon, kneeling down at her bed in her sleeping attire, she prayed to the goddess, "Please Goddess, hear my plea, do not allow these visions to pass, let this villiage be spared from the shadow..." She continued for a while in her sincere plight to her Goddess. Lifting herself up she began to get herself dressed in her priestress robes. The weather was poor but she lived next to the church so she did not expect to get too wet.<br/><br/>Gaining her full composure she walked through the door to see the merchants doing business and children playing, the sight filled her with such joy and dread that it threatened to overcome her composure. Walking with grace towards the church, she bowed politely to the peasantry that she passed. Slipping inside the church to prepare her morning sermon.