I am sorry, young Lintalai. I will need to stop translating for some time. Please communicate now anything that Zienni will need to know to keep you satisfied until I next return. It may be several hours.

"- where are you going? - um, I will need the bathroom eventually. And if you're gone long enough also a shower and somewhere to sleep."

I must grieve for all the dead and dying of your world, who may rot until there is nothing left of them, body or soul.

"Oh, bathroom, meaning- right! Uh, we don't really have much of a system since none of us need it. I'll pray and ask if there's any reason the rivers wouldn't just take care of it."

She does that.

Intrepid waits.

"The rivers should take care of everything. I'll find a way for us to set up shop down by the river, then. Intrepid, can you drop us off there?"

Interpid is already bending down while translating.

"- I can't go to the bathroom in a river! Then everything downstream would be polluted!"

Blink blink.

"Sorry, but I don't understand the problem. The rivers will magically handle your, uh, waste material. There's no need to worry."

"Oh. I guess it's fine if they're magic enough."

"Yes. It's one of the convenient facts about Arcadia. Most of the concerns I had when I was still living never followed me here. I hadn't given this one much thought until I prayed about it, because I no longer have the same needs as living people. Will showering in the river be a problem for you? The word that you said, 'polluted', it translated very strangely...there were so many concepts Intrepid sent to me, all jumbled together that I couldn't really make sense of them."

"If the river's magically clean I can take a bath in it and that'll be okay."

Then they can get on Intrepid and move closer to the river. The scenery is much the same.

And they arrive.

Goodbye, Lintalai. I shall see you soon. I hope the language barrier does not trouble you while I am gone.

"Thank you for your help!" she chirps.

Intrepid rides off into the distance.

Time passes. Zienni can only communicate so well without translation, but she thinks she can mime eating and drinking well enough, and Lintalai can manage going to the bathroom and showering now that she knows how. Zienni will politely look away, although she doesn't seem to want to let Lintalai go to far from her.

Looking away suffices. Lintalai doesn't need a shower right away, she took one this morning; she nibbles plants if Zienni mimes that they are okay to nibble.

Zienni is maybe over-confident about which plants are Food™, but as long as Lintalai asks for verification of plants her internal sense approves of, this works out just fine.

Zienni spends a good amount of this time chanting, or closing her eyes and smiling.

One odd thing about the plant life in Arcadia is that any trees that Lintalai sees appear to look the wrong color. None of the other plants have this feature, even the meat plants.

After some time, it also transpires that the sun is not, precisely, moving through the sky, even though the light is changing. In fact, it more closely resembles a moon in that it seems to have changed phases. A small sliver of the 'sun' seems to be dark.

Those seem like acceptable traits for a magical realm, though they are very curious.

And in time, Intrepid rejoins them.

Lintalai. Are you well?

"I'm fine, thank you!"

"I remembered so many things to tell you, oh my gosh! Okay, so the Storm Kings- there are gods that live in Arcadia who control the weather. There are storms every three to seven days. And the orb, you want to make sure that when day turns to night or night to day, close your eyes! You'll see the change coming, it's a big sweeping line between the two. I know, it's confusing the first time. You'll adjust!"

Amused: I will stop here there while you process, and then translate the rest. I have told her that, as you can see.