<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Vas had an eye for those who were different. During an existence made up of endless travels, he had always managed to come across those who would fall into a category he could only label as <i>extraordinary</i>. In his time, gods had been a dime a dozen. Common as copper. One couldn't lay down an offering or enter a temple without tripping over one deity or another, sometimes without even realizing it, for gods came in as many shapes and sizes as there were stars in the sky. At some point, they ceased to induce awe, and in the end Vas had been no different from their lot.<br/>
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The <i>extraordinary</i> ones were much harder to find. Going out on a hunt for their kind, as some were wont to do, often yielded nothing, for those that were not meant to be found would not be found. Needle, haystack. Yet somehow, they always found <i>him</i>. He had spent much of the seventies with a free-spirited fae who had quite literally fell into his lap at Woodstock, a year or two with a volatile dokkaebi in the fifties, and far too long with a selkie in the roaring twenties who had loved gambling and scotch more than she had loved him. Somehow or other, they always crossed his path.<br/>
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In the end, even when their respective journeys took different routes, he had always found some meaning in their interactions, for if Vas believed in anything at all, he certainly did not believe in coincidence. If paths crossed, they crossed for a reason, often for learning experiences. As yet, he knew not what the enigmatic stranger had to teach him, knew not what the purpose was for his presence, but he entertained a fierce determination to find out.<br/>
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Once the number had concluded, the man approached the freewheeling Pixie, appealing to her better nature by asking to sing with her. Vas had always found that to be an effective route to her heart. Now was no different, for no sooner had the stranger made his request did she begin to smile, a vibrant expression that brought light to her eyes. "Yes, yes, of course!" She waved the man over and, unbothered by the fact that she knew nothing of him, readily opened her arms to embrace him. Pixie was an affectionate creature to begin with, but the compulsion to hug the stranger was particularly strong, and she was not one to shy away from impulse.<br/>
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"We haven't played that one in a while, but I think we can manage," she started, turning to look at her companions for confirmation, which Vas offered in a nod and an easy smile.<br/>
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"I can fake it," he assured as he adjusted the worn guitar strap, turning his gaze to the stranger with the playful wink of a golden eye. Finding a chord to set the key, he gave the strings an experimental strum, toying with the notes for a bit until he found a progression that sounded right, one that the vocals could easily join.<br/>
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And join Pixie did, "<i>Wait a minute, baby. Stay with me a while. Said you'd give me light, but you never told me 'bout the fire...</i>"</span>