It was an unremarkable day in Suna, during the heat of the summer rain season. Thanati of all stripes hurried among the streets as a moderate, warm rain gently washed the city. Everybody was used to it by this point, but not Kytin.
He had spent all of his eighty or so years on the continent, but as soon as he hopped off the ship he stowed away on, he knew that many new discoveries awaited him here.
He'd heard the Thanati worshipped fertility. He knew they revered the fairest among them and practiced incredible flesh-sculpting magics. He was quick to scurry off that Adelan merchant boat, much to the protest of the sailors who'd adopted him on the ride over.
Cats often were capricious creatures, he was just doing what was natural. Quickly, he climbed a building to get a lay of the land, light shining off his black fur and glimmering in his striking bluish-purple eyes.
But where to start? Some food, perhaps...
He set off across the rooftops, following his sharp nose. His travels took him by the city's grand temple, and he slowed down to study it for a moment. Then, some movement on the temple grounds caught his eye and he focused in on that. It seemed someone was there...