Eryn Morn

"Only when the northern skies are clear and endless, do you rise and spread your wings.
For you, only the winter winds may sing:
They come to you, the mournful gulls, the heart-frozen wanderers, the star-dazed with nowhere else to go.
You take them in, you heal their limbs and unthaw their bones - but always you send them forth again, and to your luck and your dismay a piece of your soul always goes with them."