She goes to it. She sits on the ground by it. She takes off her backpack and puts it in her lap and hugs it and puts her face on its top loopy thing and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Luckily none of the passersby notice that she looks distressed and try to help.

The light in the sky is now bright silver, and makes the streets silvery.

It is in fact never dark here. When the silver light begins to fade, the golden one starts up - thus creating a period of blinding white light - and then when the golden one is weakening the silver one kicks back in.

The shirt doesn't really cut it. She is going to find someone who designed a house with thick curtains and compliment the fuck out of them when she feels like she can speak to somebody without wanting to throw up. Eventually she takes all the books out of her backpack, stacks them up, and sticks her head in the backpack; it's more opaque than the shirt and she dozes off.

When she wakes up people have left confections and a few gifts at the entrance to her house plot.

Okay. Confectionery for breakfast. She's not sure how else to get food so she fills up on the sugar and tentatively opens the presents.

Earrings, precious and semi-precious stones, and hair adornments, looks like.

She doesn't have pierced ears but they couldn't reasonably have checked while her head was in a backpack. The gems are weird presents. She has no idea what to do with them and doesn't know what the gift etiquette is; it seems likely that leaving them around in their packages is the wrong answer. She winds up arranging them in a little design. With the earrings. On the ground. Ugh. Is this what all those nonhumans at school who came to her with questions felt like all the time? If so, where's the local equivalent of Bella? The hair ornaments at least she can figure out. She rebraids her loosened hair and adorns it.

There's someone walking down the streets, giving out something that smells cooked and savory.

She's full of sugar, but maybe she can save it for lunch? Or should have saved the sweets? (Insert thirty seconds of internal screaming. It doesn't seem to her like it's such a hard question, 'how do you deal with an extraplanar visitor', at least not hard to handle better than this, even if you happen never to have thought about it before!) She... sits there, doesn't stare at the passerby with the something-cooked.

He doesn't bother her. More people are coming down the street; a couple of them are watching her curiously. No one steps onto her house plot.

Indeed, people now look up at her and smile cheerfully! Some of them start talking in the language she doesn't speak!

"I don't speak your language," she says-and-translates, "I'm sorry."

Um, hello. My name is Bella.

Rúmil. Would you like to talk? You look very torn.

I'm stressed out and confused by everything. My home is drastically, starkly different from here in almost every way and I don't know what to expect or how to do anything.

Can we find an environment more similar to your home in an important way? Did you live in a city?

I lived in a school near a city, when I wasn't with one of my parents, and the important thing is not that wherever I am resemble it but that I understand - anything - which I don't.

All right. Would you like your explanations here, then?

Here seems fine.