Sphinx padded to a relatively unknown clearing to wildlife, a small, overgrown and mossy patch of dirt with a small stream trickling through it, briar patches all around, and they cocked their head, eliciting the satisfactory 'pop' when one has held a limb in one position for too long. Grinning, they morphed into a human, jumping excitedly, and they took a deep breath.
Holding one hand over the other, they gathered a little bit of seeker magic, spinning it around the alcove, gathering directions so that others may be lead to this place, this, this tea party?
Moving to an unknown beat, an unknown melody so intricate and personal it must exist, somewhere, they danced, until they got tired, and to which, they rested, extending their feet to the moss, and leaning against an older, wiser tree. With their eyes half open, they wondered whom they might meet.