This memory is loud and chaotic, though happy. A young Kettara - perhaps eleven or twelve - is dancing hand in hand with an older troll woman, laughing wildly. A large bonfire has been built on the edge of a beach, the night sky gleaming above them. Other trolls and orcs are standing a little apart from the fire, cheering and clapping. But only Kettara and the troll woman are dancing in the fire itself.

Strangely, the flames don't burn them. The troll woman lifts Kettara up and roars. The crowd cheers and the flames whip around them, suddenly taking shape. Like shadow puppets, animals appear in the fire - wolves, dragons, raptors. Even fish. Kettara reaches out in wonder and the flames curl around her almost gently. She laughs, spreading her hands wide, and the fire jumps in response.

The troll woman kisses her on the head and the crowd roars. And the memory ends.