This defender of Faeo has blades as sharp as an ice shard and cold as the breath of winter wind.

The lovely witch is not herself: she could not have imagined that a Magmar warrior would steal her heart. But that is exactly what has happened and she can think of nothing else. Dreams of a beautiful love are driving her crazy: if only he would come, if only he was here... She would cover his lips with her own and their happiness would be eternal.