... what can she even do about it? She just keeps her eyes on it, excited to see where it goes and what it does next.

It eventually drifts close enough that she can see that there's someone aboard; he seems to be reading something, at first, and after a while looks up and takes stock of how close he is to the buildings, and makes the ship rise a bit and turn so it's drifting more alongside them than toward them. The prevailing wind is still pushing him toward the city, though; he'll go over at least the outskirts of it, if nothing else happens.

Nothing else does happen, as he comes ever closer to the woman on the roof, who waves at him in confusion and not knowing anything else to do.

The motion catches his eye, and he nods back, looking pensive, before making another adjustment that sends him up and over the buildings.

He checks the rooftops, occasionally, as he overflies the city, making sure he's not bothering anyone too much flying overhead, but no one seems any more bothered or to have any more idea of what to make of him than the people he's seen so far, and eventually he reaches the outskirts of the city and drifts back off over the forest.

A couple hours later, he figures that he ought to land and figure something out for housing, if he doesn't want to spend the night on the ship, and sets down in the next suitably sized clearing he sees.

It takes a long while, before he finds an extremely isolated patch of open ground within the forest. It doesn't like anyone's been there for a while, or would consider him a trespasser on the surface. This is probably his best option.

It's not clear whether it's claimed or not, here, or if that's even the right question; he reshapes the ship into a small walking platform rather than take anything for new crafting material where he's unsure about it.

He's still not in a hurry, or in a mood to do very much, but the dog wants a run after so long cooped up, so he harnesses her to the new vehicle and lets her guide it down the path while he watches for any sign of anything comprehensible about the situation here.

Looking around, the forest seems reassuringly well-preserved and unspoiled. There isn't a big "presently not claimed by anyone" sign to be seen, though. But the faint hints of trails can be seen, once in a while.

He lets the dog run until she's tired, and makes camp; it's been long enough without any plausible claim sign that he's able to assume nobody lives here. Which is good; he's not going to make a claim himself, not really, but he needs more crafting material, and meat for the dog, and water for himself and any plants he grows, and it's easier to get all those things if he stays in one place long enough to get familiar with it.

Nobody appears in the isolated area for the next few weeks, as the seasons turn and the weather gets cooler. Until one day, when a duo of hikers, including one carrying a baby on her back, walk past and randomly meet him. They're shocked to meet him, but nod at him and wave. They're sure he's here for a very special reason, and they're excited to hear his story.

He's sitting crosslegged on an indigo platform - rather duller than the airship was, without the sparkles to catch the light - that's supported by jointed golden spider legs and piled with brush and fallen tree branches, when then find him; he was doing something with a branch, staring intently at it, but the dog at his feet spotted the pair just a moment after they spotted him and gave an indicative whuf, which seems to have startled him out of his reverie.

He's lost a bit of weight, these last few weeks, and while he isn't in alarming shape, he doesn't look particularly well; his clothing isn't showing similar wear, though, and he's wearing a knee-length robe over warm loose pants, with a simple hat for warmth.

He doesn't say or do anything at first, just stares, but after a moment he shakes himself out of it, and they can tell that he wants to know if they can communicate in the same way he's doing, or if he'll need to figure something else out.

The duo look around, curious and confused. They're not understanding the - information flowing between them. They ask the name of the man in front of them, wondering if he's experiencing the bizarre... well, it's not a feeling, is it?

Yeah, (they inexplicably know,) his - it's not even a species trait - people from where he's from don't use sound to communicate, they just do it. Assuming he's guessing right that that's what the noises are about.

He tells them to give him a second, and takes a piece of brush from the pile and reshapes it like clay and recolors with a thought, dividing it into three different placards that he stands on the edge of the platform, one white, one black, and one grey, all with the same indigo for the supports that hold them up. With that done, he returns his attention to them, and explains that they can point to the white one for 'yes', the black one for 'no', and the grey one to indicate that they don't know the answer or it's more complicated than that or the answer otherwise doesn't fit into yes and no, and it's not great but it'll let them communicate at least a little.

Is it all right for him to be here, is his first question, not in the sense of it being a good place to live but in the sense that he's not trespassing or otherwise going to upset someone by being here.

They - point at the white placard magically made from ink, mesmerized and curious about how the things happening before them could possibly be real.

Would it be okay for him to go to the city, he needs some things he hasn't been able to find here and that seems like the place to ask. Is it the right place to ask, actually.

They nod at him, turning their eyes to the white placard. "Yes", the woman says, smiling slightly.

...looking at the relevant sign is clear enough, sure.

He's pretty sure they're just as baffled as he is about how he got here, but to make sure: they have no idea, right? People just appearing in their sky for no reason isn't a thing that happens?

They nod vigorously., glancing at the white placard again.

Right. Well. (He's clearly distressed about it.)

If they have any questions for him he can try to figure out what they might be getting at but he doesn't even know where to start with figuring out sound-based communication and he's not used to gestured communication other than pointing, either.

The couple motions for the man to follow them, noting how overly skinny he looks. The baby on the woman's back waves at him, too.

He dismounts from the platform and takes the handle jutting out from the side; it comes along when he walks with it, stepping through the uneven terrain on those long legs, without much effort on his part. After a couple seconds the dog jumps down and whines at him, and he asks the hikers to wait a moment while he transforms the handle to the harness and lets the dog take over leading the vehicle.

...they don't say anything. He won't know what they're asking. But they look at the... walking platform, consumed by confusion. They're hoping that they magically get more of an idea about ANYTHING that's been happening.

...it's a cart, he clarifies, noticing their confusion. He's been gathering things to turn into crafting material, which is what the cart and the placards are made out of, and needed something to carry it with. He doesn't want to just leave it here where he might not be able to find it again.

They're completely exasperated by his reply. The man, vaguely infuriated, taps his phone to find an image of an electric motor, waving it in front of the mysterious stranger. He knows it's not getting his point across, but it makes him feel better about how confused and powerless he feels.

Yeah he has no idea what that might be a picture of. - if the little rectangle makes/shows pictures that's pretty impressive, he doesn't know of anything back home that can do that in anything like that much detail.

Eventually, they find a road, together with a few positively massive cars parked at a small parking lot. The woman walks off with her baby inside a small rectangular room next to the side of the road, while the man opens up the rear doors of one of the cars and folds down the rear seats. He's hoping that they'd be able to fit the cart and the dog inside of it, so he wouldn't have to leave either of them behind, or bring them down to the city by foot.