�Fortunes! Come get your fortunes told!

� called a young woman with lavender eyes

and a soft jawline. �Find out who you�ll fall in love with, or how to avoid unlucky
situations with a pinch of burdock root. Or if you�d prefer your future left to the
gods, I�ll answer a question about your past. Though I do recommend finding out
whether or not you�re at risk for death by poisoning.�

A tall vastaya with feline ears was about to take a bite of a spiced pastry. He
froze and stared at the fortune teller in alarm.

answer is no, by the s for free,� she said, curtsying at him before turning to
Ahri. �Now, you look like you�ve had a dark and mysterious past. Or at least some
tales worth sharing. Any burning questions for me, lady?�
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rest�save for the twin gemstones she has worn her entire life. In fact, her
earliest memories are of running with icefoxes in the northern reaches of Shon-Xan.
Though she knew she was not one of them, they clearly saw her as something of a
kindred spirit, and came to accept her within the pack.

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Ahri leaned closer with each word.

�I�m Hirin, by the way,� the woman said.

�Do you know where I might find this craftsman?� Ahri asked.
r breath.

...Hirin was a young girl hiding, hungry and afraid, beneath a market stall. Two
men argued above, looking for her. She had nothing but empty coffers to show for
her days� work...

Ahri continued to drain Hirin�s life, sampling memories of raw emotion. They felt
rich in Ahri�s mouth, and she relished each unique flavor of emotio
Hirin laughed. �No idea. But if you come in I�ll tell you what I know.�

Ahri wrapped her cloak around her shoulders and eagerly followed the fortune teller
past her booth, and into a caravan decorated wall to wall with animal skins.

�Tea?� Hirin said. �I brewed it this morning.�

She poured two cups of liquid the color of plum wine, taking one for herself. The
tea tasted of bitter oak bark, masked by a cloying dollop of honey. Hirin held out
a hand for the stones but Ahri kept them close.

�I�m getting the sense that these are special to you,� she said with a wry smile.
�Don�t worry, I have no interest in peddling stolen sunstones. Bad for a girl�s
reputation.�
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is to her advantage, draining their essence while charming them with recollections
of beauty, hallucinations of deep longing, and occasionally dreams colored by raw
sorrow.