[centre][color=gray][h3][u]Fae Nikia[/u][/h3][/color][/centre]

	Fae heard a knock on his door. As he drew himself away from his prize-possession, a sigh let itself lose from his jaws whilst his right hand opened the bolts and handle to see who'd be knocking at this time. Yet before the door was even open so much as to see who this individual, or group, was, the figure pushed through the door-way. Faran Ge'Cao, a somewhat mystical acquaintance to Fae. With a grin on his face, he would always barge inside as if they were best friends. Truth was, Fae was never really fond of the man. A magi with a strange personality, even for someone laying low he was odd.

	The two had been in touch with one another since the downfall of the rebellion. Both of which the two fought in, they were now laying low in this town committing to the secret duties that the Thalburn Guardsmen were trying to root out. Whilst Fae had been on the sabotage and less-struggling frontal confrontations, especially with how his Magi ability worked, Faran was more of the straight on assault type of man. He was older than Fae, only by about 5 years, and was powerful with the ability he contained within his blood. In some areas, Fae feared the man. He was suspicious, and not always referring his actions to benefit the Rebellion he was a part of, as if he had moved onto new morals. Fae hoped dearly that he had not moved on...

[color=Aqua][b]"Fae, my friend...All set for your [i]Big Night[/i], I see?"[/b][/color] Before he gave Fae the chance to reply after rudely invading his home as if it were his own, he continued in a huskering voice. [color=Aqua][b]"Lot of people coming in just to play at one small gig...Strange isn't it?"[/b][/color] He was replied with a frown.

[color=Gray][b]"It's not [i]strange[/i], y'know...This town is renown for the connections to the Musician's Union. We've been blessed with an honour like this..."[/b][/color]

[Color=Aqua][b]"Pfft...More like a blessing of boredom...Where's the extra living, you know? Go out and kill something like we used to back in the day...Maybe an old woman in a shack, just sitting and rotting away watching her cabbages grow forever..."[/b][/color]

[color=Gray][b]"You know very well that we do not do that...We sore an oath to maintain a worthy amount of peace with complete and utter reason, hence why we started this mess in the first place. And here we are, having you suggest we go defy the bloody o-"[/b][/color] He was interrupted by a grinning Faran. He thought that it was just a one off experience, and that Fae was only reacting because he could. Truth was, he always was like this...Because Faran was an immoral imbecile.

[color=Aqua][b]"Shhh...You are so mellow-dramatic. Anyway...I'll let you go to your little [i]Concert[/i]...Expect me to pop back if there are any problems...y'know that the amount of people freely coming into MiddleSeed makes me worried of who they might actually be."[/b][/color]

	And after that, he waltzed out of the door in the similar fashion to how he entered. After waiting in silence for the door to close, Fae let out a gigantic sigh of relief. Now he could tend to his precious tool in silence, with the sun nearing dusk. Once it would've gone over the horizon, the Concert will have started, and eight acts in, the MiddleSeed Triplet would've entered. The Triplet simply consisted of three local Cellists, Ronan Harrit, Rosalina Oslo and Fae Nikia. All at a similar skill level, they divided the parts up of who got what part evenly and fairly. But with only one song being allowed for the gig, there had to be a very difficult choice of what they were to play.

	The three were good friends indeed. They knew a lot about one another, minus the fact that Fae was a half-blood Magi, or that his past recognition name of Vy' Na. It wasn't like he did not trust them or anything, but with the Militia occupying the village based on the concert, and the Sarkath Doctrine, there was too much of a risk if they knew. They didn't hate them or anything, Rosalina being a Human and Ronan being a Magi himself. Besides that, all he had to do was focus on his concert. Packing his cello into a rugged casing crafted by the local tailor, he set outside to trek towards the staging and performing area of the concert. He knew that Faran would not intrude him there. And he hoped that Faran would not do anything too stupid that could endanger himself, the Ty' Un rebellion or simply Fae himself. Hope never got him very far, anyway...