Deep in Deviskaryl's forest, where people rarely go, there's a lake, unremarkable but for the beach on the west side, where she's been practicing the sort of gentle sandy slope and tiered dropoff that makes for the best swimming hole. She's got her technique down just about perfectly, ready to deploy on beaches needing a touchup in a few weeks when summer is over, and is just practicing for speed and efficiency now; she pauses in her work when the sun begins to set, watching it through the augmented eyesight of dozens of cats, only a sliver of her attention still on the lake, considering how she might shave off another minute or another bit of effort.
"Ah, interesting! And she brought you here for - explanations, introductions, that sort of thing, I imagine?"
"And a place to sleep."
"Of course. Where would you like to start?"
(The cat rolls back over, rubs her head on the waitress's hand one more time, takes a piece of meat from the saucer, and heads for the door; when she gets there, she drops the morsel and meows to be let out, which she promptly is.)
"Could you tell me about this city? Deviskaryl said it had an art district which is why I came here, I always like seeing local art, but otherwise I don't know much about it."
"Sure!" She sits. "I'm Aubin, by the way."
"Luna. It's nice to meet you."