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Elfward Maid



Wind at her back, face to the storm, she rides.

Never pausing, always sure.

Never suspect, always pure.

Her comedy born of blood, her tragedy born of peace.

Born to stand alone, grown to rest together.

 

She is both the wind and the storm.

And where she rides, we ride together.