The substance of the winds is too thin for human eyes,
their written language is too difficult for human minds,
and their spoken language mostly too faint for the ears.

Good fortune and evil fortune come to all things alike in this world of time.

On with dance, let joy be unconfined, is my motto; whether there's any dance to dance or any joy to unconfined.

A true daughter to the Empyre's fickle goddess of Fortune, Phaedra lives by the whims of Tyche. She allows the goddess to carry her or drop her as she sees fit, without anger or resentment when her luck goes sour. For as she is known for stating, 'If Tyche shows her disfavor with ill luck, it cannot be possible for her to never bless you with favorable luck. Be patient, she will yet find favor in you.' She has long since shed the cloak of nobility, but uses the skills earned from its education to gain her enough coin to live happily. Flighty and scatterbrained are commonly used to describe her, and she accepts the titles willingly, for there is no time in life to be so serious that one cannot enjoy themselves. Let the winds carry one where it may and enjoy where it places you.