<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">"Among other things." Vas chuckled quietly, settling beneath the light weight of Faden's hand on his shoulder. Even through the weathered layers of fabric separating his skin from that of the other man's, he felt something akin to a crackle of electricity emanating from Faden's fingertips and traveling beneath his flesh. It felt warm, inviting, not unlike a warm balm. He found it difficult to put into words, but if he had his way, it was a sensation he could have grown used to if given half a chance.<br/>
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The man underestimated himself. True enough, there were many extraordinary people flitting about the festival, but how many stood out like Faden? Not many - if any at all. Vas was a worldly fellow, and he had certainly not yet seen anyone in Black Rock City who, while gripping a man's arm, practically glowed in vibrant hues of orange during what the naga came to interpret as energy transference. Only then did he begin to piece together what the man was, or at the very least what he was capable of.<br/>
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When Faden returned to his side, offering the totem, Vas took it between his fingers with no shortage of delight. He needed little in the way of an explanation for the figure, for after abandoning a makeshift shelter he had fashioned for himself among the Incas, he had wandered through Hopi territory in what later became northern Arizona. Emblems of Tawa had been in no short supply there, but he found the woven sweet grass an especially appealing medium. It hadn't hurt that the token came from a man he didn't know, but with this small gesture, he decided that he very much wanted to.<br/>
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"Sorry? Ah." Vas waved a dismissive hand. "With this," he rose the woven sweet grass to eye level, "consider us even. And thank you." Resolving to find something to offer in return by day's end, Vas reached for the back of his neck, where he unclasped a plain black rope holding a wooden token in the shape of a palm-sized fang, threading the Tawa through it for safe keeping. When it hung from his neck, the Tawa sat square in the middle of his chest.<br/>
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Satisfied, he rose a hand, clasping it over the forearm draped atop his shoulder. A ways ahead of them, Pixie glanced back to ensure they hadn't fallen too far behind and upon seeing the pair, she flashed her friend a grin, one he ignored for the time being. Ordinarily, she wouldn't have been wrong in assuming the source of Vas's interest, though in this case, his fixation went beyond the appeal of Faden's attractive face. "You've never been to Burning Man before," he observed. "And you came here alone. I'm already finding you very interesting- Faden, was it? Like the crystal?" Illustratively, he gestured to the similarly named item dangling from the man's neck.<br/>
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"Don't tell me, don't tell me." Vas paused a moment, fishing for what he knew of new age practices. "Faden is for... healing. And for connections, yes?"</span>