"I'm not sure if you'll find the degree of explanation I can produce about my flight satisfactory. Will you settle for a best effort?"

They agree to this.

"I can fly by flapping my wings, which I have always had, and may also be lighter than I look to you depending on how heavy I look to you. I do not know a way to attach wings like mine to anyone who did not start out with a set. Your guard may draw me pictures if he can't write me a story; last time this happened it took about forty sketches but maybe this one's a better artist. I have no intentions to interfere with your court or any of its members and plan to leave when I am done sleeping."

This guard takes about as many sketches and seems kind of annoyed about it but then they let her sleep.

Good.

When she wakes up this time she's no longer too sleepy to think up the clever idea that next time she'll just be invisible. She picks a direction and flies for a while so she won't be overstaying her welcome and then hunts for one of those ensmallening paths so she can drink dew.

There are ensmallening paths, and dew to drink. 

And if she lingers too long there'll be a patrol.

Wow, they are really heavy on the patrols around here. "I can't hear," she remarks once she notices them noticing her. "I can read."

1) Where is she from

2) What is she doing

3) How does she propose to repay them for the dew

She is from a tree. She is drinking dew. She'd be willing to sing them a song.

Well, why doesn't she do that to start and then they'll see where it leaves them.

She sings. This works surprisingly well considering she can't hear herself very clearly.

Yeah, they're fine with that as payment for the dew.

Next time she should introduce herself at the border so they know to expect her. Some courts are not friendly to interlopers.

"I get around by flying and have not learned to identify borders from the air."

Well, it's none of their business, really.

Will that be all?

Yep! All even.

Great.

She needs to be able to hang out somewhere for up to a week to make a gate there and is not having very encouraging results at finding someplace that lightly policed, and flying around all day on an empty stomach is hard, but there's no way she's going to eat even apparently wild plants here. Occasional self-healing will keep her skyworthy.

She moves on. She stops for more dew, somewhere else.

This time they throw a net over her. It's made of some odd magical fabric, and it's weighted on the corners, and it all happens very quickly. 

These guards are literate. 

They write that they welcome her to their court and will accompany her now to a festival in honor of her arrival. 

"I don't appreciate this," she informs them, "and recommend that you let me out of the net before I must express that in ways other than speaking."

There is some conversation but she super does not get let out of the net.

She's going to look real closely at this here net. That probably won't be very convincing in the short term.

Magical fabric of some kind, it's all shimmery. 

Someone gathers up the net to walk her in to their festival.

The shimmers make things complicated and it will take her about fifteen minutes before she's ready to do anything to the net.

They walk her along the path into a meadow, where there's a picnic laid out, and more people around. Fifteen, maybe twenty of them, all watching her with fascination. Someone is sketching her.

Someone hands her a note. It reads:

Welcome! We are not familiar with the kind of person that you are. Are you familiar with the kind of person that we are?

"Only as of the past few days."