:No, this is the Continent: She says it like it's very obvious, and also in a way that sort of implies there's only one that matters. 

"There are... definitely at least two continents and usually the landmasses of the world are construed as being seven continents it's just some of them are slightly arguable."

:I don’t think there are seven continents but I haven’t seen a map of the whole world.: 

Or, you know, any maps. Anyway. This is bizarre and Autumnsong continues not to have any idea what to do about it! 

...She does feel like it would be - wrong - to hurt the youngsters, at this point, it's very clear that they didn't mean to be here. Not that she has any idea what to do with them other than kill them. It's never come up before, K'Onsoya is remote enough that they mostly just don't get accidental visitors. 

:- I think I should tell the Speaker for the the Vale about you: she sends, after a few moments. :Maybe he knows where America is. Can you - just stay here -?: 

"We can do that." Though if someone starts shooting lightning bolts at them again they will probably instead run away.

Then they will be left there, while a very unhappy Autumnsong troops out a reasonable distance before Gating back to the Vale for advice. 

She at least seems to have scared all the local wildlife away. It's quiet and peaceful. 

"I can sit up next," Caio yawns. "Gave me a fright."

Bella first wants to brief them on more about the iffy mana stream situation in case either of them can reach it (they cannot) but yeah then she will go ahead and sleep.

And Autumnsong will Gate back to k'Onsoya Vale, and seek the counsel of their sole Healing-Adept. 

Their sole Healing-Adept, Wingsong k'Onsoya, is eleven years old. 

...He's a mature eleven years old. He's been their sole Healing-Adept for almost seven months. He will listen with his best grave expression to Autumnsong's explanation of - whatever just happened to her. 

That's a bad explanation. Good explanations are supposed to be ones where you're less confused afterward. 

He sighs, with a put-upon expression. "I ought go speak with them myself, I think." 

That had not really been Autumnsong's idea here. 

"I think you should perhaps seek the counsel of our Goddess first?" 

He technically knows how to do that but it's a lot of effort to go to - and presumably also costly for Her - and he doesn't feel like he's been given a good argument for why it's worth it, just yet. 

"I think our Goddess would prefer I do that once I know more? Otherwise I would just have to do it twice." 

And he is, in fact, a more powerful Adept than her, even apart from being a Healing-Adept, and - not in any official sense a Speaker for the Vale, but in many unofficial senses he might be considered the only Speaker for the Vale. 

(It's been...a year, for k'Onsoya Vale.) 

"Of course. Should I raise a Gate for you?" 

"I can do it! Just -" 

And he parts his shields, and reaches out with a wordless mental request for her to share everything she saw when she was speaking with the strange youngsters from somewhere very far away with bafflingly different magic. 

(...Yes, he's aware that he is a lot younger than them. This doesn't seem like the main point here.)

...She can share it, of course, but she's not sure what he's going to do with it, he's never been that far on scouting-missions. Given how he's their only Healing-Adept and also - rather inexperienced - and the Vale is quite reluctant to put him in any risky situations. 

It's fine! He's been experimenting with funny kinds of Gates lately! (They don't give him enough actual work to keep him busy all the time.) 

He can stare at her memory of how the snow lay on the ground ahead of her, and convince his mind that it looks sort of like one of the covers that the hertasi put on the hot spring pools when they don't want snow to fall into them - which isn't not a kind of doorway, even if it's flat - and then put a departure Gate-threshold up normally, and a destination-Gate threshold up where he's aiming - aimed up, of course - 

- and them throw himself through and un-dignifiedly flomp into a snowbank, but it's not like anyone's looking, and this is the most important thing he's done as a Healing-Adept and definitely the most exciting thing that they've ever let him do, and it's not like he's cold, he has magic to fix that. 

...This seems like a bad idea but it's too late to argue with it. And it's not like arguing would help. 

Wingsong puts up some extra shields over himself, because he might be little, even if everyone pretends this doesn't matter, but he's not stupid. 

- he reaches out with Thoughtsensing. He's not nearly as strong a Thoughtsenser as he is on his other Gifts, he can barely reach half a mile, but Autumnsong seemed to think she'd been close. 

Who's there? 

A sleeping mind, the bitey one!

A nonbitey sleeping mind!

An awake and tired and unhappy mind currently dwelling on being hungry.

:Hello! I heard that you are from very far away, a place that has different magic and where Gifts are a secret, and you came here by accident and are not sure how to get home?  ...I also heard a lot of things I am not sure came across right, it was confusing. My name is Wingsong! ...Are you all right? It is very cold out.: 

:Uh, we have a fire and magic but it is very cold yes:

:I think I probably should not trust you yet, because I have never met you, and so I ought not invite you back to our Vale, but - would you like me to cast a heat-spell for you? I can do that.: He doesn't even need to go any closer. He's good at heat-spells.