His laughter brought about her own sly grin, a fair thing despite the intensity that lingered within it. His laughter did not seem malicious to her but even if it had been, she felt no shame in being confronting to those that did not expect her - but he seemed otherwise. Listener. Lark. Omen. Everybody had their own name. She wondered what his true one might be.

"Past. Future." She paused, shrugged almost. "Now." She paused again, eyed him off with fleeting suspicion. "One of them was whispering about you." She said it with a hint of caution, for she hadn't been able to discern its words - the voice had been the only one left, though, when she had approached. It must have been him.

She watched him keenly then; he seemed to swell with his words, drawn into his own world for some moments as he swayed, back and forth, back and forth. She watched entirely fascinated, eyes wide and eager to take in all that he did. Then he stopped and her mouth broke into a toothed grin again; she had never seen anything like it. Such an energy...such slow, creeping energy. She could not help but lash her tongue out against her muzzle - it felt as if she was on the brink of something but he had stopped. He had held back. Ah, but what was it behind those eyes of his?

"You're not from here, no, no. I can tell. Fresh energy," she rose like he had, her full height as her muscles seemed to relax. She was larger than he but in front of one another, she did not feel as such; she felt the pair of them equals, their eyes meeting even if she hovered inches above him. Level, even, two sides of the same stone. "I am Beltane, the Listener."