There is a small room, originally intended to be a supply closet of some kind, currently serving as the apartment of last resort for this human teenager. There's no furniture; all his possessions are sitting either on or beneath the folded quilt on the floor. In one corner is a pile of necklaces of coins whose colors change constantly by magic. The one tall, narrow window looks out on a city of mostly four- and five-story buildings painted to look vaguely reminiscent of a forest.
"Yeah! Especially music but art is newer, the only art around before was on me but I could sing."
"Ravan would be excited to talk with you about an entirely alien musical tradition. If he doesn't ask, you should bring it up, but he'll probably ask."
"He'll certainly be pleased to hear that. Is music what you want to do in the longer term?"
"It's always a relief to find something you like that much, isn't it? And it's not the sort of job where you're likely to be called away for an emergency, which must make it easier with the baby."
"Yeah, if I were having emergencies I couldn't bring her along to that would be pretty annoying."
"I don't even know if I can have kids with the people around here! I guess if I can I'll find out sooner or later."
"I don't know how your species conceives but there's magic for all the species we know of. I wouldn't expect you could have children with local fathers without it..."
"I don't know if I'll ever want another baby enough to do magic about it! Maybe if I had a long term thing with somebody."
Nod. "Like beluli. And now you have music instead. Just music, or do you think you might take up painting too?"
"It might. And it looks like your taste in pictures overlaps enough with some local species that it's possible you'd be able to find a market. I couldn't say for sure, though."