The guard dispatcher, watching the scene from underground through eight multi-jointed periscopes (one for each eye), studies exactly how the pebble moves and what material it's made out of.

The visitor isn't a harpy or an aasimar. Types of magic don't overlap, so what is he doing that's different from harpy magic (slow floaty bulk telekinesis) or aasimar magic (freezing an object in location and state)? Perhaps he's making the pebble not have weight, or gain a repulsive force, or actually he's making an empty patch of air look shiny...

The effect that brought him here is different from the effect he's doing now. Does that make it more likely that he's here by accident, if he couldn't choose the destination himself? Unclear.

The Emperor said that he might be a forgotten species, sent from the past - by another forgotten species...

Why here? It must be deliberate. If he came from a time after the Imperial shrine was created, why doesn't the shrine contain memories of his species, or of him personally departing for the future? Was the information concealed for some reason? Is there a reason this place is important that predates the Imperial shrine?

In any case, a lavish welcome is in order. Which the werewolf butler is already handling, perfect.

If he doesn't speak Elvish, High Elvish, or even Ancient Felic, they'll need a way to communicate. Drawings? Linguists? An undine? The decision is not the guard dispatcher's job, but the security consequences will be, especially if there's going to be an undine slithering about stealing all the procedures and code-phrases.

(Yes, he thought all of that in the last few seconds. He thinks very fast.)

The floating rock is just the first part of the demonstration. When she's not alarmed - and it's honestly kind of weird that she's not, he doesn't fail to notice - he closes his eyes and sends the rock looping around his hand.

She still doesn't recognize his species but thinks that's neat. 

The guard dispatcher does not think it's neat. He thinks that whatever it is, it needs to be farther away from the Imperial shrine. Somehow without angering their ally/enemy/god.

...he's not sure he got his point across but he's not sure how to make it clearer, either. Maybe he'll think of something later.

He looks around again - where are all these people coming from, anyway, can he tell? - but if he doesn't see anything else obvious to do he'll try telling her his name, putting his hand indicatively on his chest while he does so, and then ask for hers with a gesture and a querying noise. (The kneeling is weird, and he hopes he's not being as rude as he feels by not reciprocating, or indicating she should get up, or something. But there's no good way of dealing with alien body language, and trying to interface with it is more likely to backfire than ignoring it while clearly establishing that you're an alien and have no idea what's going on, per his diplomacy classes.)

They're climbing out a hole in the ground. It's just barely wide enough to fit one of the largest people, and there's grass growing right up to the edge. There are other holes like it a hundred feet away in each direction.

She nods. "Rafiik." She gives him an odd look, then indicates herself. "Werewolf."

Weird and slightly concerning that he didn't notice the holes before. Not that there's much normal about this situation.

He gestures at the plain around them and makes another querying noise, looking concerned.

"This is the Imperial shrine, for elves, it keeps the memories of the Lei Emperors." If he doesn't recognize werewolves there's no way he knows what an elph is but she makes a droopy-nose gesture anyway. Also she doesn't expect him to understand any of what she's saying, but maybe it's helpful to him anyway somehow? "If you're looking for something that used to be here, they'll know what happened to it. Probably it's still here, underground." She takes a stone cup off her belt, holds it up... and it slowly flattens into a plate. "Saiel, can you bring something to draw with?" she asks the other butler, as he returns with a small chair made of curving wooden strips.

He looks very concerned and bewildered at her reshaping the cup, and looks around again - the hole situation means he can't tell how many people there are or how surrounded he is, and that's making him nervous, especially with unknown... whatever that was... in the mix. (She's not Force sensitive, at this range it's fairly obvious, but then what was that?)

He's increasingly tempted to run, find somewhere to sit and meditate and see if the Force has any idea what's happening here, but between the rudeness of that option and the lack of anywhere to go, he's staying put for the moment. It's not exactly hard to tell that he wants to, though.

That scared him? Why?

Werewolves bring a stone folding table (and use werewolf magic to lock it), a bowl of curly vegetables and meat, a set of ten tiny pitchers, a dish of roasted nuts and berries, a strip of bark, and a knife and spork. Saiel returns with a stick of red wax, which the kneeling wolf offers to Rafiik along with the ex-cup.

He takes the ex-cup, slightly reluctantly, and the wax; he's guessed that they mean for him to communicate by drawing. He doesn't sit - in fact, what happens if he gestures for Werewolf to take the chair?

She smiles and sits, stretching her legs.

Better!

He makes a few test marks with the wax before sketching himself climbing the cliff, and then shows it to her, makes a confused and startled noise, and gestures into the air, mimicking a falling tumble with his hand before going 'oof' and miming dusting himself off.

He came here by accident? Huh. She smiles and nods and gestures at the food.

Maybe that's just what he wants them to think.

If he's a metahuman - the metahuman? - checking up on his progeny...

"How quickly can a human be obtained? One who can carry out a complicated, prolonged deception? ...A male one?"

    The butler asks a kitsune who asks a tengu who asks a spymaster on the border... "One cycle, sire. Cheap, low-risk."

"Do it."

Another canine and a smaller feline bring out harps and start up a gentle duet.

He never has much of an appetite when he's stressed, but accepting diplomatic gestures is important; he'll take a handful of the nuts and berries and consult the Force again before eating any of them.

He'll also hand the slate and wax back to Werewolf and make a questioning sound-and-gesture about the musicians.

He's still upset? What does he want, a massage? (This is a rhetorical question. She will not attempt to groom him uninvited.)

The Force thinks the nuts and berries are safe.

Is he doing magic before eating? Is he afraid they're going to poison him?

She eats a nut and a berry and a vegetable and a piece of meat.

He must be able to tell that the werewolf harpist is the same species as her, right? Is he asking their names? Their... status in the world? Their relationship to each other, or to her? Uh... point at werewolf, "Eilha", hand comes from far to near, one fist goes around the other three times, point at catfolk, "Asrek", far-to-near, fist goes around once... Two hands go away and back separately with a shrug. Indicate herself, one hand goes away and back with a shrug.

Yeah he has no idea what all those hand motions are. He's increasingly sure that her other body language is human-standard, though, which is on one hand somewhat weird but on the other hand pretty convenient if so.

He gestures at each of them in turn, giving their names - Werewolf, Eilha, Asrek, Rafiik - and then briefly mimics the far-to-near hand motion without directing it at any of them and makes a querying sound.

(The calming music is helping, though he is still nervous of the situation.)

Ah! Ah. "Mirana, Eilha, Asrek, Rafiik; Werewolf, werewolf, catfolk..." She points to the other people around: "werewolf, stetcap, boark." Off in the distance: "...harpy, tengu."

Hmm. "Saiel, would you go downstairs and come back?" Near-to-far... far-to-near!

Now we're getting somewhere! "Mirana, Eilha, Asrek, Rafiik; Werewolf, werewolf, catfolk, human." He repeats the far to near gesture and nods, with an approving hum; repeats it a second time with the circling gesture and a questioning sound.

"Human," she repeats, carefully pronouncing the foreign word.

...does he not know that Ansaf goes around the sun? Huh. She thought it was obvious, but maybe it's only obvious once you have catfolk and they try to predict the motion of the other planets and develop a theory that requires the entire heliocentric system to be rotating at the same rate as the stars, backward to the motion of the planets, and then it's obvious that actually Ansaf is looping around the sun forwards and the sun and stars don't move at all.

She points to the brightest star in the sky, The Plumber's Cursor, and slowly moves her arm down (away from the sunset)... and faster through the rest of the circle back to the Cursor's current position. Fist circles once. Pointing finger in a quick circle again once.

She's pointing at something in the sky but he has no idea what, or rather too many ideas of what - with this many species it's near-guaranteed that they're spacefaring (unless something weird is going on, and something weird is definitely going on, but he's leaving that aside for a moment) so it could be a ship or station just as easily as a star or planet if not more so, and that's assuming it is something in the sky and she's not just indicating the direction or something weirder. In short, he doesn't get it. He can maybe ask, though; he picks the slate and wax back up and uses part of the other side to sketch a diagram of a solar system to show her, indicating by gesture that the sun is the sun and the vaguely-appropriately-distanced planet he's drawn is the one they're on. Then he points in the same general direction as she did and gestures to the drawing with a querying noise: where is that on this?

She draws a straight line that starts at the planet they're on, and goes, roughly tangent to the orbit, all the way off the edge of the slate.