flaming locks of auburn hair

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?

Perhaps it was nosy, but Sam found himself curious about Oliver's story, and he'd found that at night people tended to be more willing to tell their deeper secrets. "A...heated discussion? In the forest?" He asked, casually wanting more details - with another Attuned? Fae? It seemed like an odd place to meet for an argument (though he knew well they could easily jump upon you in no time at all when least expected).

Losing all memories upon arrival was certainly horrible; Sam had lost only some of his and had hated it since it had happened. With wide sympathetic eyes he reached out to pat Oliver's arm. "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm....glad you retained some of your name, though." Other Outlanders became obsessed with their old memories, so much so that Sam had never really considered that the opposite could occur. "Do you think..it made it easier to start new here?"

Samuel

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?