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There's something fierce and feral even in the man's smile, undeniably magnetic. If he's watching for a reaction, perhaps he might see the spark of renewed attraction in her gaze, brief but uninhibited. Still, his response draws a light laugh from her. It seems you've chosen a name for me already, She points out, continuing without missing a beat. So you'll have one from me, Belenos. A fine name, one given to sons more often than acquaintances — yet fitting all the same. She moves closer, voice dropping to soft velvety tones as she continues in her native tongue, muzzle finding the space just below his ear. Fair shining one, father of summer and fire, druids and healers. Her voice is still low when she switches back to common. When the moon next disappears from the sky, I will find you. And then I will join you.