"Because of the things you have in your body?"

"They actually make me need food more in the long run but in the short run I can do better without than I could if I didn't have them."

"Oh. The guards don't like people sleeping on the street."

"I was thinking out in the trees."

"That would probably be better. I'll have to go back to school tomorrow."

"Makes sense. Is there anything I should know soon?"

"I don't think so? I could show you where my house is, if you need to find me."

"Okay, thank you."

"Are you done with the dictionary?"

"Yeah." She's reached the last page.

"Do you want to go now or do something else?"

"Now's fine."

Up to the residential district, then.

"I appreciate your help, by the way."

"You're welcome."

And here's her house. Not so much different from the others around it. "This is it."

"Okay. I assume you don't want to explain me to your parents."

"Not having to would be good."

"All right, I'll get out of here. Thanks!" And she skedaddles into the woods.

Woods: are woody. A susurrus of insects buzzing amongst the trees heralds the dusk.

Tarinda catches bugs, attempts to identify them, periodically in between hiking in search of shelter.

This one's a cicada with grasshopper legs! Here's a bumblebee with butterfly wings! Spider legs on an ant!

Curious! The butterbee is cute but she lets it go after she's had a good look. She will be able to look for shelter by starlight, but it'll be harder to hunt then, so she keeps an eye out for anything that is made of edible component creatures she might be able to catch. Rabbit-goats or deer-pheasants or whatever they have here.

A pheasantish bird with a long bushy tail cocks its head at her from an overhead branch.

She watches it to find out if it is part jellyfish or something.

It doesn't display any medusozoid characteristics. It does dive off the branch, snatch up a large insect in its beak, glide into the trunk of a different tree, and scamper back up.