The Meeting Place was, on the whole, perhaps one of the best supernatural phenomenons that could be found in the world. You go into an area, perhaps past a knot-filled tree or into a cave, and you emerge suddenly into lush and beautiful wilderness and countryside, unspoiled and potentially unspoilable by any means. The Meeting Place allowed you to meet someone from anywhere, for it was attached to everywhere, at certain locations. It also had other curious aspects to delve upon, but let's not focus on that for now. It's frankly too peaceful to worry about all that.
Let us, instead, look upon the lake. It was so still right now, but even if water never flowed - It probably did, somehow. - it would likely never stagnate. The white robed traveller under the oak tree could be lost in its unbroken and perfect reflection...and notice the reflection of the next big oak tree over. Specifically, the one to the right, which was tall and proud and...had an unusual being asleep in its branches. It was easy enough to make out the details, but what you might make of it...well...that's up to you.
The sleeper was lying on a thick branch with its back against the trunk of the tree, and its legs was criss-crossed down at the ankles so that they provided a balanced center to keep level on the branch at all times. Said...let's assume person, for the moment...was covered in fine black hair, like an animal, even though it was clearly humanoid and adopting the position of resting one's head back on one's hands. There were certain spots where the hair - or fur, maybe - was white, which was why its face looked like it was wearing a mask, but it was clearly natural. It was wearing a shirt with a hood and pants - both black - which were designed to allow a tail to poke out and hang loose off of the branch.
What a curious thing to find in a place liek this.