It's not where she came from! That's a great start. Her first order of business is to make sure nothing is going to try to eat her right this second, and then sit down with her wings trailing out on the ground behind her and start writing a bunch of stuff.

Nothing immediately presents itself, but after a few seconds seconds, a roar is going to come from somewhere in the jungle behind her. And then, not long after that, a scream. 

Okay in retrospect it may have been dumb to sit down without making sure she had enough clearance to take off but, quick question, does she.

There's about ten meters above her before the understory of the jungle starts to fill up space properly. 

The question is more about whether she's got space for her wingspan but that is also important information. Fuck.

Okay, she has some writing left. She's going to shove everything in her bag and then shoot straight up through the trees till she's well clear and then snap out her wings to catch herself.

She is now high above the canopy. She is not the only winged creature who has decided this was the correct response to the situation, though she does appear to be the largest by a good margin. 

Good, small things are not super likely to try to eat her. She gets her bag fastened shut a bit more neatly and glides around, trying to see if she can get any glimpse of what's going on under the trees.

Over there, there's a clearing formed by several long-ago fallen trees, and in it, a large jaguar whose spots glitter like obsidian is circling around a group of four humans - two with spears and large round shields, one lying on the ground and bleeding, and one with a crossbow that they're trying frantically to load, looking for an opening. 

How much writing does she have left. ...not all that much.

But she can sing a spell, too, if she doesn't need that much oomph. She sings: "There are four wingless people in that clearing, and some kind of animal, and one of the humans is badly hurt, and -"

And a static charge builds up in the air aimed right at the big cat. Not really a lightning strike. A daydream of a lightning strike.

The Jaguar will be tazed! It will stumble, and the humans will use this chance to stab at it further. Heavily wounded, it tries to retreat - as it does so, it turns briefly invisible but for its glittering spots - but the fighters will run it down and kill it.

Then, they'll turn to face her. The one with a crossbow will continue loading it, and one of the others will shout out a "Hail, stranger!". The third will go see about their wounded comrade. 

She does not love that the guy with the crossbow - she's now seen it in action - is trying to load it again. Maybe he just thinks there are more jaguars. Maybe.

Translation is normally done in groups or at least pairs; one person sings the spell while another communicates and they trade off, catching one another up on what's happened so far as they forget what they sing. It will be pretty tricky to do alone without more writing than she would really like to be expending at this point. But she can get her hand into her bag and do a little of it anyway. Okay, that was just a greeting, and -

"Hello!"

"We thank you for saving our inferior selves! If we might ask of you, who are you and what way do you walk?" 

Why are they so long-winded! She only wrote down so much worthless trivia to cast with! "Tireh! I came here looking for immortality."

"We are also seekers on the road to immortality! Will you share our fire for a time? Once we've made one, at least." 

(The one with the crossbow gives the one offering an annoyed look.) 

"If he's not going to shoot me!"

"Please forgive his abundance of caution! Most things which come out of these jungles are not interested in cooperating with humans." 

Is he actually going to put it down though. Or aim it down.

He will stop aiming it at her. For now. There are other jungle directions to go be cautious about as well. 

Then she will spiral down a bit closer. All the way down, if he doesn't twitch in a way she doesn't care for.

He's going to leave this to his friend, it's on her head if she gets her throat torn out. Instead, he can see about butchering that Jaguar they just killed.

The friend will say:

"I am glad you are willing to honour us with your trust. My name is Guo Rong." 

"Guo Rong," she does her best to repeat. She pulls out her notes and resumes writing as fast as she can.

Guo Rong is inclined to think of this as a harmless idiosyncrasy. 

"You are as a matter of course entitled to your fair share of the jaguar meat, thanks to your contributions." she says evenly, as though she expects Tireh to contest the statement somehow. 

"I've never tried jaguar." The line she just wrote vanishes. She writes something new, unconcerned.

Rong ceased to pay much attention to the writing as soon as she determined it wasn't in a script she could read. 

"It's only of the first realm. But that's enough to make this expedition entirely worth it." 

"The first realm?" This she copies a note about onto the master copy too.