That is how a modest castle, barely larger than a particularly nice house, covered in green vines with red roses, arrives in another world.

Follow shortly by its mistress, who arrives in her coffin in a burst of smoke, rises to the heart chamber of her home to consult the living castle itself for specifics of what happened, then says, to no one in particular:

"... Well that was very rude!!"

The castle, and incidentally its mistress, find themselves in rather the opposite of their prior residence. Where it was a forest, here there is almost no greenery in sight. Where it was cool and dark and gloomy, here the sun pounds down harsh and relentless. Where it was full of creatures hungry, angry, and otherwise highly interested in ensuring at most one of they and she would survive and encounter, here the only visibly moving things within ten miles are grains of sand blown in the wind.

In short, she finds herself in the middle of a desert in midday. About how far can she see?

In the middle of the day? In a desert?? In these conditions, her visual range is less than a human's, not that she personally has any kind of feel for what that is anymore; it's all bright burning light and yellow glare, even through her tinted windows.

... She's going to go tell her castle to put up some kind of shade over the garden, this kind of heat and sun is not going to be good for anything in it. She'll need to prioritize getting some kind of water reserves, as well, because it's not like she kept particularly large ones, what with living next to a swamp.

The sun does not object to her castle's shade.

There is an oasis slightly over ten miles that way, if she has some way to detect it. There are no other water sources nearby.

Yeah, no, she's got no idea of what the outside world is like besides 'desert' and 'full of sunlight that will literally burn her to ashes.' This vampire is staying indoors until it's a more reasonable hour, and then she will be properly investigating the local area. Until then, she'll. Just kind of hang out in her castle. Maybe fret a bit about the status of her roses; the poor things are going to suffer so much in this heat...

The heat is relentless!

...Until eventually it is not. She seems to have arrived in the middle of the afternoon, or otherwise only four or so hours from dusk. The dunes begin to cast shadows, and from the shadows emerge some squirming and scuttling creatures desperate enough for a meal to risk the remaining heat. The shadows lengthen, and a pack of hyenas cross slowly into view. If she can track them, they point the way to the nearby oasis. Longer and longer they grow, gradually and then the sun sinks beneath the horizon and they rapidly cover all there is to see. The temperature plummets from its previous heights down to... not cold enough to freeze water, but it might feel that way from sheer contrast. The desert at night is no less perilous than the day to a human.

Of course, she is no human.

She really isn't. Once she's free of the danger of the sun, there is nothing stopping her from going out to explore. The cold isn't even mildly uncomfortable, though it does incite another round of fretting about the state of her garden. She's going to have to move so many plants inside, or possibly just - encase the whole garden. Probably in glass - it's not like she's going to be hurting for sand for the glass, not here...

The hyenas are promising, and she stalks them (just a little) to get a feel for where their territory is, and where the prey and resources they rely upon are. She's not particularly thirsty, and these hyena seem more... sane and normal than the maddened animals she's used to. She doesn't need to kill any of them, so she doesn't. They have a perfectly polite and nonthreatening vampiric stalker, smelling of flowers and chemicals and the chill of death, eyes glowing unnaturally in the dark. Not that they'll realize she's there until it's too late, but, you know, for when they smell that they'd been stalked later.

She locates the oasis, sets up a beacon so she can easily find it again, and is accordingly perfectly content to spend the rest of the night on logistics of dealing with her unwanted relocation. She digs up half a dune, then feeds it to her castle to glass production, has it make a large container to hold water in, before having it get to glass panels to encase her garden. This complete, her time until dawn will (ideally) be spent laboriously carrying stores of water back to her castle. Ten miles, both ways, one half carrying large stores of water, is a little boring, but perfectly doable. She can always find her way home, and with the beacon set up, locating the oasis is similarly straightforward.

The 'beacon,' as she calls it, looks like a simple torch, and burns almost like one, too. The fire it burns is an eerie shade of teal, faint and flickering in the night, but to someone with an eye for magic, is very obvious indeed. Not destructive, or alarming, just obvious and easy to track.

There are other people around the oasis! The desert is not densely populated, but water sources are rare and important and they do not go unused. Ten or fifteen humans rest here overnight, their tents woven to retain what residual daytime heat they can. None of them are looking out for a vampire sneaking up on them, but one is tending a fire. The hyenas seem to have settled down nearby, the humans staying a healthy distance off but not visibly trying to drive them off or anything.

.... oh no. Humans. On one hand: she's glad there are some around, being alive and living what are probably happy little human lives, she was starting to get worried that they'd all died off. Good for them, being alive, and probably not even enslaved by vampires as blood cattle. On the other hand: oh no, humans, they will probably want to set her on fire for being a vampire. How reasonable of them. She'll have to avoid them, and maybe try to figure out how to hide her castle. Or possibly move it, moving it sounds better and more likely to get her to a location that is not actively unfriendly to her plants.

Unfortunately, the humans are inconveniently sitting on the stores of water, and she needs some. Fortunately, that human seems to have absolutely ruined their night vision by staring at a fire, so she's really not going to be all that noticeable as she sets up her beacon out of sight (read: behind a rock) and then gets to gathering water.

Just one trip for the water, then. And she'll try to cover her tracks a bit and make it not look incredibly obvious that some strange woman with super strength showed up in the middle of the night, and carried an inhuman amount of water off without any kind of assistance. Much as that is.... admittedly hard to disguise, considering. Sorry, humans, please don't freak out and try to burn her for this, she just wants to make sure her garden doesn't die.

The humans aren't the first to notice her! The first change she hears is in the hyenas. One of them sniffs at the air, then... sniffs some more... sneezes... and it wakes from its drowsy napping. Its fellows are not long in following suit.

How would Iovetra like a pack of hyenas nosing around her curiously? It doesn't matter! She's getting one anyway.

Bemused?? She is bemused. In her experience, animals want to avoid her when they realize she's there. Having them realize she's there and then not either fleeing for their lives, or trying to kill her immediately is... novel. It's novel.

She is accordingly distracted from gathering water in favor of looking at them curiously. They're not going to do something stupid, like try to hunt her, are they? They're just curious?

At first they nose at her as if... expecting... something? It is not entirely clear what they think is going to happen here but they certainly seem to think something will happen.

...... do. do the hyenas want pets???

She can provide them scritches if they want????????

Pets are good! Yay pets from the smelly death lady. And treats? Are there treats to be had?

Um. She doesn't have any of those, sorry. Just pets. They're pretty good pets, though, she has long nails and knows to scritch behind the ears and everything.

(She thinks the last time she pet a living animal was when she kept rats, from before her long slumber? It took several generations of rat to get them to stop fleeing in terror from her...)

Sad hyenas.

One of the later-arriving members of the pack sniffs her harder and cuffs the sneezing one. It yelps, and she snarls something back. ...there was definitely some communication there, possibly more than Iovetra expects to see between hyenas. 

(She should try the rats here.)

Eep??? Iovetra doesn't flinch teleport away, but it's a near thing. As it is, she just jumps a little. Violence still seems to not be happening, but there's always time, and it's what she's used to.

"... Sorry, I didn't mean to offend??" she murmurs, in a language native to another world. Humans?? What humans, clearly hyenas take priority right now. Followed by her garden, which she still needs to fetch water for.

Humans!

Specifically, the human on fire duty. He hears the hyenas shifting and scuffling, and looks up to see—

A woman with the intangible aura of death stands on the other side of the lake, hyenas resting at her feet. She scratches them and they look up at her, tongues lolling out, panting happily. She shakes her head and they bat at each other. A new one trots up to her immediate presence. 

His face turns ashen-pale, as much as that's visible in the firelight. He suddenly smells of a strange mix of awe and terror. He stumbles as he walks over, kneels, and says... 

Something.

Ack. She's been spotted. Stealth is so hard in a desert environment, even if the animals are much more friendly. Time to take her water and go, then.

"It was lovely meeting you, I'll try to bring treats if I return later. Thank you for helping me find the oasis."

She hefts her water container (not fully filled, but it'll have to do) and then turns to leave.

The human continues to look terrified! A few other humans will crawl out of their tents, apparently awoken by something, and see her before she goes. Nobody will prevent her from departing.

She is so bad at being stealthy in a desert. It's the lack of trees to hide behind. She was spoiled by the forest she lived in, clearly. Also, easily distracted by cute animals that for some reason don't hate her. Terrible. She'll probably be set on fire for her choices, including, but not limited to, 'following her castle to a strange world so that it wouldn't be abandoned.'

Iovetra doesn't regret them, exactly, just. She's aware they'll probably get her killed.

Anyway. Can the rest of her night be spent with garden saving logistics? Please? Pretty please?? Nothing weird happening, no mobs with torches and pitchforks?

Nothing weird happens! Any mobs with torches and pitchforks would have a hard time with the cold anyway, but none are evident within the remaining hours of the night.

Good, good. Then by morning, she has encased her garden in glass to make a greenhouse, and hopefully her plants haven't been too badly hurt by the heat, and then cold, snap. Not to mention the complete lack of humidity! She'll need to mist the mourning lilies in particular down, they do not like these kinds of conditions...

Her day will be spent cowering from the sun inside. She misses having trees she could hide under. ... Thought, while she's here, and without anything in particular to do, she can maybe see if she can figure out how to make treats a hyena might like. She has some spare bones lying around, they would probably like the marrow, especially if she adds something from her next meal. Though if she's going that route, she maybe should just make jerky or something, it's not like it would be difficult to cure in these conditions.

At the very least, she is capable of amusing herself until nightfall returns.

If she watches the desert during the day, she may notice the humans walking on from the oasis, in the direction from which she departed it. She may notice them observing her castle from a distance. She may notice them exclaiming over it, whispering quietly to each other, their voices getting louder as they gesture evocatively. She may notice one of them leading the group onwards, being sure to leave the castle a respectful distance. She may notice the hyena pack eventually trot along much closer to the castle, breathing in a way even more like laughter than typical.

Or she may notice none of this. The sun continues upon its path. In time, the shadows once more lengthen and darken, the wildlife of the desert once more comes out as the water-stealing heat diminishes, the temperature once more drops, and at last the final rays of sunlight once more fade until the next day.