Elves, dwarves, and humans once walked this land and built on it. For the past eight hundred years, no sapient being has disturbed the ruins.
The ship's crew may present an odd picture to her as well. There's a woman with dark skin and pointed ears, a tall muscular blond man, and a shorter, slighter man. They're all wearing clothes that look handmade rather than manufactured, though the shorter man's are noticeably nicer. All of them have the slightly disheveled appearance of people who have been out in the weather, sailing a boat.
The tall man says something incomprehensible; he sounds excited and confused.
The shorter man says something incomprehensible in a different language. He's rather more hesitant about it, as if it isn't his first language and he's having to reach for vocabulary words.
"Shit. I don't speak those. Uh - point at things?" She starts pointing at things. Points at herself. "I'm Kimbelcayra Mara Swan. You can call me Cayra."
The short man points at himself, "Tem Russell", points at the tall man, "Derron Hunter", points at the woman, "Chaenath Greystone". Counts off "one" through "ten" on his fingers. Indicates "men" and "women" and "people".
She nods along, never needs anything repeated, eventually disappears her wings, starts guessing about more numbers and asking questions like "one man two men?" and so on.
Tem seems to be having the time of his life! He goes over cardinal directions and "me" and "you" and eventually he manages to convey "Are you from the land to the west? Are there many people in the land to the west?"
"I'm from another..." She doesn't have the word. "Another thing. I have been there," she points at the continent, "seven days."
Elaborate miming intended to convey "before" and "after". "Where before there? Before seven days?"
He holds up a finger, goes below decks for a minute, and comes up with a piece of parchment and some charcoal. He draws a rough map with a large continent in the west and a small one in the east, and names the large one "Mechuria" and the small one "Pinehedge and Greenhall". Then he hands her the writing materials and says, "Where is Norwaser Alucine?"
"...not in this alucine," she says, not sure why he expects a map to help.
"Alucine is what?"
"Alucine is where things are."
Then moves to a new section of parchment and draws three circles. Points at the first one: "Pinehedge, Greenhall, Mechuria, ocean." Points at the second one and then at the sun: "Sun". Points at the third one and the visible half moon: "Moon". Pushes the map and charcoal at her again.
She obligingly repeats these words.
"What is alucine?" He says again, pointing at the three circles. "Which of these in the alucine?"
"Everything is in alucines."
He's still confused but seems to have decided to move on, because the next thing he says is "There are people not in Pinehedge or Greenhall? Talk about them?"
"In the alucine I am from there are people. They speak my language."
"Do you have . . . " little sparkles of light in the air in front of him. "Magic?"
"Yes." Hasn't he already seen her un-form her wings? She turns her skin blue and then back.
"Our magic is different. It can't do that. Do you have magic things, or just magic in people?"
"My magic is for me and for flowers." She mimes holding a flower to one's face. "I can't see any flowers in this alucine. Do you have flowers?"
"What is 'flowers'?"