Exclamations of surprise ensue.

A small boy, maybe eight or ten years old, scurries over to peer at her. A woman, in about the right age bracket to be his mother and with a reasonably close resemblance, follows at a more sedate pace.

She sits up, a bit slowly, and looks around. Bruises disappear before their eyes. She says something in a foreign language.

The boy chatters back in a language equally foreign to her; the woman looks perplexed.

It's a small fishing village, snuggled up against a river where it pours into the sea. Local tech level does not appear to be high. Most things are made out of wood except for the mysteriously glowing rocks strung up here and there to serve as lamps.

She looks at the wood. She looks at the lamps. Eventually she focuses on the boy, tilting her head attentively.

The kid and his mother attempt to convey by gesture and mime an inquiry about how she ended up falling out of the sky and landing in the middle of their village. They're also talking to each other at the same time, but it's less clear what they're saying. The boy is curious, the woman confused and concerned.

In a gap in the chatter she says something else in a language they do not speak, then gestures encouragingly at them.

They're not clear on what she meant by that, and the boy tries to find out by gesturing for her to repeat herself even though this is really unlikely to work.

She doesn't repeat herself. She gestures at them more emphatically.

Baffled shrugs, more conversation between the two of them, another more elaborate attempt to mime 'so you fell out of the sky, what's up with that'.

An older woman, resembling the two of them but with wrinkles on her weathered brown face and grey in her curly black hair, walks up in the middle of this and (presumably) asks what all the fuss is about. The boy's mother answers somewhat distractedly.

She does her best to look interested in whoever's talking though she does not appear to understand.

The probable grandmother attempts more nonverbal communication, this time inviting her to come sit down inside this hut which is slightly bigger and fancier than the other available huts and drink some sort of beverage—might be water, since she points at the river before miming 'drink'. She also speaks aloud the whole time, possibly verbalizing the same things she's trying to gesture.

Sure, she will go sit in the hut and drink water.

The old woman leads her into the hut, the younger woman pulls out some chairs for them at a small round table, and the young boy fetches a stack of several plain wooden cups, in which water suddenly appears out of nowhere as he hands them to people.

Gosh, that's actually interesting and not just pretend interesting for communicative purposes.

The three of them seem to treat it as a totally mundane occurrence not even worth remarking on. The boy perches in a chair across the table from her, next to his grandmother, and continues pestering her on the subject of how and why she fell out of the sky.

Page is not literally magic and cannot work with this little data very effectively, but after a while she agrees "I fell!"

"Yes but how though," he says, and the old woman laughs and tries to make introductions around the table. She is Viasarae and this is her [probably-daughter] Ebasi and her [probably-grandson] Kioh; the mysterious stranger is...?

"Tarinda."

Nods and courteous noises all round and then Kioh keeps trying to get her engaged on the subject of Falling: How Though and Ebasi retrieves a map from a shelf and tries to ask where she's from.

Tarinda studies the map for a bit and eventually says, "From Mars, not here."

The map is of a continent. It's a fairly well-settled continent and bears absolutely no resemblance to any continent she's heard of. The alphabet it's labeled in isn't familiar either, but Ebasi pronounces enough place names to give Page a decent start on picking it up. There's also a single city inexplicably floating in the middle of the ocean, labeled in very fancy handwriting and marked with a very fancy dot.

With the aid of the map, a couple of rocks Kioh finds on the ground outside, and some more mime, they convey to her that this village is called Pebbled Shore, the (marked but unlabeled on the map) river next to it is the Pebbled River, and the (marked and labeled) larger river it splits off from is the Rocky River. They name the nearest city, a ways up the coast, but there isn't enough context yet to translate the name. Kioh asks Tarinda if by Mars she means she is from Fancy Dot, which also has a name but not one they bother attempting to translate at this time.

"No. Uh - do you have -" She gestures a book, opening and closing her hands.

They do! Kioh fetches a couple of those for her. There's a shortish book of recipes, handwritten with hand-drawn illustrations, and a much heftier book that seems to have been printed in some fashion.

Good. She sets herself to turning the pages in each book, too fast for her to really be reading them but looking intently at each leaf.

...well if she plans on going through them that fast, he can fetch a few more.

Ebasi leaves partway through this process, but Viasarae stays seated at the table and Kioh is happy to stick around and chatter animatedly while she inhales books.