—a boy!

A boy about her age, looking extremely alarmed to be there and yelping as he falls back on his arse, dropping a curious-looking golden compass onto the floor.

And accompanying the boy is a peregrine falcon, who screams falconly and flaps its wings to drop more gracefully than his human.

"- oops. Uh. Sorry. - do you speak English."

"—yes!" he says. "What happened! Why am I here!" He looks at her and closes his eyes. "Why are you naked I feel like a perv!" He has an accent, but it's not any accent she knows—close to italian but not exact.

"I'm a witch. I was trying to get the alethiometer but apparently you had it. I can, uh, get you back home somehow, I'm sorry."

"Witch. Okay. That's why you're naked." He opens his eyes and—okay, okay, he does take a peek, but you can't blame him for that, can you? She's hot.

Uh, anyway. He stands up and dusts himself—seems like he's missing his left hand's two smallest fingers—then goes for the golden compass thing he dropped. He's wearing outdoorsy clothes—not as in clothes you go to the park in, more like clothes you on an extended camping trip in—and has a very large backpack that seems to stereotypically contain a rolled up camping bed and maybe even a tent.

"Anyway. I don't have much of a home, per se, right now, so here's as good as—actually where is here?"

"Rockland, Maine, United States."

"Wow okay that's far. I was in, uh, New Zealand, I think."

"You think?"

"I'm sure of where I was, I'm not sure whether it counts as actually New Zealand, it was an island over there and it might be part of Australia?"

"How about we introduce?" the peregrine falcon interjects. "I'm Luca, and my human is Sadde. It's a pleasure."

"Isabella Amariah, this is Pathalan. Nice to meet a fellow, uh, alethiometer enthusiast."

Sadde looks down at the compass thing he's holding, then up at Isabella and blinks. "Ah." More blinks. "You have a spell to find alethiometres?!"

"That's how you got here! It dragged you with it!"

"That is so cool—also it would have saved me so much time, like the last two years probably? You have no idea how long I spent looking for this one—it was abandoned and—" It has a dent. He frowns at it and opens it, and sighs in relief when he sees the little thin clock-hand-alike rotating unpredictably to point at the various different symbols.

"How long ago did you nab it?"

"Uh..." He grabs his phone from his pocket—

—but Luca interrupts with "Approximately four minutes ago."

"Wow, timing, huh. I guess it's better that I didn't get it yesterday and leave you with a cold trail."

"It would have been so frustrating—just to be clear you're really okay with the being naked around non-witches, right, I'm not accidentally breaching any social protocol here by not having demurred or whatever?"

"Yes, it's fine. I don't go out like this because it makes people uncomfortable but that's for their sake, not mine. Would you rather I got dressed?"

"I am a twenty-year-old bisexual boy, I have zero objections to your nudity if you don't feel uncomfortable either. ...wait though wouldn't it feel cold to go outside like that? It's winter in this hemisphere isn't it?"

"I would guess that witches have less trouble with that than us," Sadde's daemon comments. He then starts hopping over to the witch's owl-shaped soul and inclines his head.

"That's right," says Pathalan. "Witches don't get cold."

"Oh that would have been really convenient, too. Is there a disadvadvantage to being a witch?"