<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The newcomer sang with as much soul, if not more, than any of them. His voice had a way of cutting through the din, laced with a rich timbre that reached Vas even as he stood a few paces behind, complementing his and Pixie's vocals with tactful strumming. Though he still felt the audience, the twenty or so passersby who had stopped to watch, he felt the focus of their adoration shift onto the stranger, funneling their energies into him, though he seemed not to need it. No... he didn't need it at all.<br/>
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When it came to energy, there were givers and there were takers. Oftentimes, each would switch places with the other, for it was only through an organic exchange and a constant loop of give and take that life could continue. The stranger, whoever he was, seemed far more of a giver. He practically glowed with a life force that grew stronger when he sang, the overabundance of which made it apparent that he likely generated most of it all on his own. Either that or he channeled it from another place, one that Vas couldn't reach. It was all speculation, of course, but after so many years of life, exploring the world from the perspectives of both god and man, he liked to think his was an educated guess.<br/>
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The group wound down the number to the applause of the onlookers, and Pixie positively beamed as she wound an arm around the tall man's shoulders, though she had to stand high on the toes of her boots to do it. "You have a beautiful sound to you," she crooned appreciatively. "It's so raw and emotive. Really wicked, man." Compliments came easily to Pixie - unless she started knocking them back, in which case all bets were off. But at the moment, happy and sober, she was all about positivity.<br/>
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"Are you here by yourself? Where are your friends?" She looked around, scouting for anyone who might have accompanied Faden, but even if there were any to be found, she gave pause when her naturally inclusive nature gave her an idea. "You should come with us tonight. There's a huge lounge camp somewhere on the east side we wanted to check out."<br/>
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If any of Pixie's companions minded her bold invitation, it didn't show. On the contrary, for even if they didn't entirely trust her judgment, they were perfectly on board with the festival mentality of making friends with perfect strangers. Vas, for his part, was just glad he hadn't had to find an excuse to invite him along. He knew his own mind well enough to conclude that his curiosity, intense as it was, would not die down until he had taken a few minutes to pick his brain. To find out what he was all about. Or at least to find out what he <i>was</i>.<br/>
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"Should be fun," Vas offered. "If nothing else, I'm hearing it's a more comfortable place to chill out for a while and I, for one, could go for a little comfortable."</span>