None of the species here are familiar. With the plants, they still mostly look like plants, even if the grass ends in strange broad-tipped bifurcations and the trees are all shaped wrong. As soon as he sees an animal it's clearly much farther wrong: there's an arboreal six-legged reptile, here's something like a wooly caterpillar the size of his thigh, there's a bird with four toeless legs and two rows of teeth, there's a - snake. The snake is actually basically like a snake if you don't look too close.

It's convenient that all of this observation can be done as part of his devotions, even if it doesn't leave him much room to figure out what any of it means.

He tries teleporting back to where he was, when his magic comes in for the day. It doesn't work.

He casts something for speed, then - just a little boost, but one that will last nearly all day - and takes out some trail mix to munch on by way of breakfast; he might opt to fly or something to cover more ground later, but for now he's still curious about where he is. Noplace he's heard of, probably.

The wildlife continues to be bizarre, but not especially hostile.

Over there, there's a door in the ground. It looks like it folds to open, and can be opened partway, enough to admit a large dog, or all the way, enough to admit a rhinoceros.

It doesn't seem to be meant for humanoids, which is only a little surprising, really. He backs off a bit, looking for somewhere that'll let him watch the door or at least the area in front of it without being too obvious to whoever might live there. And - does he have a translation necklace on him - he does, good. He puts that on, too.

A few minutes later the door opens partway. A large-dog-sized being with six legs and thick, green, nobbly skin emerges, folds the door carefully closed after his tail is all the way through, and stops short on spotting Raafi. It's hard to read him, but he's clearly formulating some sort of opinion about the visit, tail swishing on the ground and interlocking sharp teeth making queer noises against each other as his jaw works.

He's going to have an atrocious accent even with the translation spell, isn't he. "Hello?"

"- aaah!" says the being, shuffling a few steps back toward the door and making an attempt to open it with a hind foot even though it's clearly intended to be operated with the dextrous forelimbs.

He spreads his hands in what's hopefully a universal enough indication of being unarmed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm lost, can you help me?"

"What are you?"

"We're called humans, in my language."

"Hummuns. I have never heard of a hummuns."

"And I've never seen animals like the ones you have here; I think I must be very far from home. Do you have - cities, here, I guess you must since you have the word - how would I get to one? Or somewhere I could learn more about the place?"

"I don't know that they will let a hummuns on the train. Where are you from?"

"A different world, I think. I should have been able to get home if this was someplace in mine... that's odd, you don't have a word for my type of magic-user."

"...magic-user." He succeeds in getting the door partially unfolded again with his back foot. "Soramu!" he calls. "You better come see this!"

A rhino-sized, plumper and solider version of the same creature thumps up to the door and unfolds it. "- what in the world," she says.

"It's a hummuns."

"What is a hummuns."

"Human, when there's just one of us. I'm a human, it's one of the types of people in my world - I'm stuck here, I think, I have magic but not enough to get me home."

"How do you mean, magic," says Soramu.

"It does know how to speak our language," the first being points out. "And if somebody else had taught it you'd think that'd be in the news."

"Mmhmm. I can share that one, if one of you would like to see how it works - I'll have to touch you to give you the spell, though. I can also do healing, and a few kinds of transportation or movement spells, and protective spells, and a few other things."

"Why don't you transportation-spell yourself to the city if you want to go?" wonders the first being.

"I need to have been there first, or I'd want directions if I was going to fly. I would have tried it anyway if I'd gone all day without meeting anyone."

"It's east of here... but probably not due east, I'm not sure," says Soramu. "We just take the train if we go into town."

"I was about to go," says the other, "one of the boys was staying with a relative for a few days and wants to be picked up."

"Would you mind me tagging along, at least as far as the train? Or I can teleport you and your son back here, if I make it that far."

"I'm really not sure they'll let you on the train! I suppose if they don't that won't prevent me from getting on, as long as I don't say you're my exotic pet."

"And I can probably follow it, at least for a ways; that'll help. I don't mind if it ends up taking me a while to get there."

"Uh-huh." He and Soramu exchange a look, and she shrugs and descends back underground.

"Do you have a name or should I just call you hummun? I'm Bav," says Bav, starting off uphill.