The infused memories merge together and form a orihalcum golden framed moment of happiness which imprints and echoes in minds of all solar exalted women in the tavern and for moment realize one absolute truth; they all are circle mates, or were, in another life long time ago. Also that amongst the circle was someone whom they counted as their closest friend, if not part circle officially but in heart was...a feeling said person if anyone else, is capable guide and bring sisters together even after aeons have passed. The figure was....<br/><br/>....the man or a woman, who is struggling mildly as Winter Fire, Artic Fox's sister, is holding in death grip person's kimono from front and lifting up into air while in other hand was fiery burning sphere of fire which is causing alarm with locals! Albeit no scorch mark remained in kimono, but what Artic Fox remembers, the figure was the one who supposedly stole the pouch earlier with supernatural deftness. So far figure, even struggling, held mysterious faint smile, exactly identical as in the memory what all girls just had shared. Albeit neither can remember the gender, name nor exact appearance but only consistent was that smile, the gentle, yet all knowing, smile. A smile of schemer, seductress, muse.<br/><br/>The lyre which person had played now remained silent and Winter Fire while burning eyes was shouting;<strong>"Break the spell or your eatting fire next!"</strong>