Calsa was at work at the steel mill, so she's distracted by all her flame getting yanked too far away to sustain.

Woah, was that a spiritual experience? And she missed it?!

She looks around at the bizarre landscape, feeling the damp and smelling the salt. Oh, there's a frogold over there. "Hi, I'm Calsa?" If Sotalese doesn't work, she can try writing High Elvish on the sand...

"Hello, Calsa. I'm Lin Kaiet Pali, of -" shouldn't say Kef "Argolake."

"I used to live in Argolake! Did you just get here too? I'm glad we both speak Sotalese. Was it like -" she describes the vision.

"Yes.

I'm trying to tell if we're still on Ansaf..."

"How could we be? It's not that hot and there's all this water."

"Do you know that the wind on Lacrimos is divided into several bands with opposite flows? I've heard speculation that Ansaf could have another storm deep in the drybright, a band where the wind flows darkward at the ground, cooling off as it goes and releasing water. If the water flows brightward again to get picked up by the hotter air, the cycle will continue. I had assumed that the shaded stormlands would be the habitable part, but I suppose that the evaporating water would cool down the air, providing another habitable area."

Lin gazes at jungle. "Something is odd about those plants..."

"Huh. Well, wherever we are, I'd say the metahuman wants us to populate it. Let's go find the rest of the catfolk and frogolds!"

"Mm." As they get closer to the jungle, Lin points at a tree. "Oh! It's shading its own leaves! That's why it looks so dappled.

Which suggests that the wind changes a lot, or the sun moves, or someone made it like that... but this arrangement doesn't produce the maximum amount of shaded leaves, if that was what they wanted, and all the plants are like this even though they're all different types. I think this is a new world.

What shall we call it?"

"Well the others might have a name already, but if we're the first, how about 'E'?" (Literally 'potable water', in an obvious theme with 'Ansaf', which literally means 'rock'.) "Or 'Ensaf'?" She lights up as they go into the jungle.

The rocks would be quite tricky to climb over but if they go to the side for a while they will see a path in a low spot of rocks that someone obviously cleared out- Not a werewolf, the marks look more like tools. (They see a few fallen palm fronds and even a coconut, too, among the general beach debris and crabs.)

If they walk along the rough path of beaten-down and dug out vegetation into the trees, most of them are still palms, though there's a few other varieties. 

And someone is tromping along this path towards the beach, dragging a Travois with four clay pots tied to it with twine. She blinks rapidly at them.

...Her hand goes to a leather waterskin on her hip, uncapping it and bringing out an orb of water which she magically holds above one hand, a little defensively.

Oh good, signs of people.

A person! And of an unfamiliar species, too! ...which means they probably don't speak Sotalese.

Seems wary, so Calsa stops and takes a non-threatening posture: smile, ears forward, tail relaxed, hands up, fingers spread to show she's not holding anything to throw, claws retracted, no flames except the one that was already on her left ear.

Lin stays back far enough that Calsa is beyond frogold range.

...and raises her hands too, since the new person might not recognize frogolds. They might not even recognize catfolk!

"Hi, dost thou canst a language what is similar to my language, so thou canst understand if I declaim slowly and archaically?" Most languages on Ansaf are descended from High Elvish, so it's worth a try!

"No, but I can understand you anyway. It must be part of this place and the weird curse... I'm sorry. You two are probably stuck here now, like us."