...

Hirin told the fortune of a witch doctor shrouded in veils, receiving a copper
for her troubles. She used the coin to buy a piece of bread, which she devoured in
seconds�

...In a seedy tavern, a raucous group played cards. A man with eyebrows resembling
butterfly wings gambled a golden Ymelo stone while Hirin watched from the shadows�

...Hirin tracked Ahri as she walked through the market. One of her fox tails peeked
from beneath her cloak. She drew the vastaya into her caravan�

Enough.

Ahri stopped, her head spinning with renewed vigor. With each memory she stole from
Hirin, she felt energy rush back into her weakened muscles, cleansing them of the
poison.

Strengthened once more, she slowly shook her limbs awake, and flexed her tails with
a shiver. They tingled with pinpricks.

Hirin stood wide-eyed and dazed, still very much alive. It was she that would wake
tomorrow, good as new�less a few memories that she would not miss.

With knowledge of the woman�s life, Ahri�s rage had faded. She brushed her hand
against the fortune teller�s cheek, then wrapped her cloak tightly around her
shoulders and stepped out into the sunlit market.

Hirin would not remember her, or their encounter. But Ahri had left the trade with
a name to hunt�Ymelo�and the image of the man with soft-winged eyebrows was burned
in her mind.