The godspring chamber is almost completely empty except for a young woman filling up a jug of water.
Abruptly, it contains a bewildered teenager falling out of thin air!
"Gaaaaahh??" splutters the bewildered teenager, rolling haphazardly to a stop on the floor next to the fountain.
Pretty reasonable of her, all things considered.
Ruava takes a minute to lie on the floor catching her breath and waiting out the aftershocks of a bad nerve pain episode. When she's pretty sure there's not another flicker coming, she sits up and looks around.
"Hi," she says, in a language they probably don't speak either. "I'm a little lost. Sorry I landed in your, uh, discount Lake of Gold over there."
Probably that's very significant if you are from around here. Probably if she had more context she'd be just as intrigued.
Do any of them seem interested in talking to her? She glances around hopefully.
She can do that.
This is apparently some sort of village all up and down the slope of a hill - mostly down, the spring is near the top. They are watching her REAL closely while they escort her. People are gawking out of windows. Nobody here looks like her ethnicity, or indeed looks like they've ever seen someone of her ethnicity. The escorts shoo away a little kid in a uniform like theirs except with red instead of gold accessories who gets too close for them, which is to say several yards away. They let a little kid in a green-supplemented robe get much much nearer than that though.
Being watched this closely is a little disconcerting but all things considered she can't really blame them. She takes note of the colours, and hypothesizes that there are people who when they touch the water make it turn red or green instead of gold. As for what other effects the water might have, she is concerningly short on theories.
She looks at the map and shakes her head.
Yeah, learning the language seems like a very good place to start. She pays close attention; she'll name things back in Eivarne if they seem interested, but otherwise she can focus on picking up whatever they speak here, which seems totally unrelated to any of the languages she's heard of.
This does appear to be so. As for what that means, well...
"[something]?" she repeats back questioningly, hoping they will find some way to elaborate. She can get creative if they seem lost.
"Green water, green [something]; gold water, gold [something]...?"
The greensomething nods. Produces the map again. Points at an island, gestures around them. Points out five dots on the island. "Green gold white red blue," she says, at each one. And then at some other dots on other continents. "No gold, no gold, no gold, no gold -" Apparently there is only gold at these five island dots.
She points to herself. "Ruava."
A gesture encompassing the entire map: "[something]. No Ruava."
A gesture at a point in the air that is off the map entirely, not even on the page: "Ruava. No [something]."
She picks up an invisible object from this location, puts it down on the island: "Ruava, gold[something]."
And then she shrugs expansively, attempting to indicate that she has now communicated just about everything she knows about this chain of events.
The greensomething does not really know what to make of that. Eventually she tells one of the goldsomethings by the door something and one runs off and comes back with a couple of blue-sashed kids. The greensomething identifies those as bluesomething children; everyone else is adults. You can only go from not being a something to being a something if you are a child.
For a moment she's as confused as they are, and then she remembers.
She attempts to get across the concept of ages, pointing at the children and counting off on her fingers how many years she attributes at a guess to each of them, then doing the same with the adults in the room. (Her guesses are imperfect but by and large very close.)
You can go from not being a something to being a something if you are... she starts counting on her fingers again. One two three four...?