<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Faden laughed with a smile as Vas answered his question and the smile remained as he reflected on his new interest in stone. "It's always good to have a bottle opener handy."<br/>
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It was a simple answer, one easily overlooked, but Faden sensed an old soul as his mother and father liked to call them. They believed that while some souls were new, and some souls recycled through multiple lives of learning, some souls were old and could recognized if one took the time and grace to explore them. "I love the idea of other lives, I believe some souls have had more than one, but I have to admit, if I have, I don't know anything about them. I love, too, that you said that about stones. That they have little souls. That's something I've always known," he brought a hand up to press to his own chest. <br/>
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"I've just always felt a connection to them," he seemed almost bashful of that notion as he expressed it to Vas and lightly grasped the crystal around his neck. "I'm hoping that doesn't sound as nuts here, at a place like this, than it does to a lot of 'normal' people. <br/>
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He looked back to catch Vas' gaze, his eyes, the wink, and for a moment he was paused. The small gesture didn't seem out of place, or even significant, but Faden felt inexplicably drawn to dwell on it, to blink softly in the invitation of it.</span></span>