She doesn't know what she expects to happen to her, but brightness and tumbling onto something soft and green wasn't it. She pushes herself up into a sitting position and looks around suspiciously.
...Surface grass surrounds her as far as she can see in every direction, but the blue sky overhead isn't quite as bright as it was the last time she visited the Surface, and the sun is smaller in the sky and not as bright.
She calls up to it anyway, her crystals-tumbling-in-water voice calling Correspondence words of query and confusion.
There is no answer.
It could be that her voice isn't strong enough to reach a Judgment from farther away than the Earth is from its star, or that this Judgment recognizes her for the amalgamy she is and has no personal connection to induce it to deign to speak with her.
She is still very confused and not happy.
She looks down again at the grass she landed on, and plucks a stalk and brings it to eye level. It doesn't look like it would look out of place on Earth, but she can't swear that it's the same species as any she's seen before. She didn't exactly have cause to pay attention to grass before.
But she's never really been to the High Wilderness before, and doesn't have the discernment to distinguish the earthly from the not.
She turns around again, more slowly, to see if she can see anything besides undifferentiated plains in any direction, to give her a place to try for.
Is that a road? Might be. Better than anything else she can see to try for.
She has made it far enough to state with confidence that it is, in fact, a paved road she can see off in the distance, before her internal grumbling about celestial purity ideals is interrupted.