Oh fair lady,
Mare
How delicate your weapon be,
Was a warrior despite her small build
Why oh why don't you come with me,
Both outcasts?
Our passionate voices shall cry together
Has suffered a lot of heartache
Our white-stained bodies shall dance as one
Paint with mostly white
Now I may be headed into the fire,
She has fire magic
But you have left the ice behind
Was attacked by Illynyx when she lead the basin