<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Faden's instinct was to hug little Pixie again and he did. It was all he had to offer for the moment of nostalgia and sweetness he'd just be given. "Thank you, thank you so much. That meant so much to me." He could feel the Faden crystal that he wore tethered with leather around his neck pulsing with connection. The shimmery crystal vein that ran through it was like a cosmic highway that allowed such subtle, beautiful exchanges. <br/>
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He smiled, with a low soft chuckle and looked at the people who'd gathered and all those just milling around to and fro. "I came here alone, but everywhere I look, I see friends." The smile that followed was warm and sincere. "I'd love to go with you all. I'm Faden, by the way." he had no last name to offer, but since he'd never had one, it didn't seem awkward to him. "And my mother loves that song. It was so nice to sing it."<br/>
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His eyes fell on Vas and he had the opportunity to meet him more personally. "Sounds fun. And comfortable sounds good." <br/>
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Faden reached out for something that more resembled a forearm shake than a hand shake. The latter seemed so formal, business like, while the former had a sort of brotherly vibe to it. "What's everyone's name?" he looked around at the band, still holding loosely to Vas' arm as he inquired. He found himself hesitant to let go because the tall, willowy musician had a unique signature sensation to him. It was strong, but subtle and exotic. Tempered, and many other things Faden couldn't identify. Above all, the guitar player had something mysterious about him, not intimidating, but special. Faden found himself drawn to the man, feeling the closeness as natural, but on that awkward edge where social construct dictated it could be too close, too soon. He let his hand slip from the other's arm and approached the other two band members to meet and greet them as they packed up. </span></span>