Well, hours later - apparently she had a fair bit of endurance because she wasn't exactly tired - it was clear she was going nowhere getting close to what she could now tell was a manse.  A damaged manse, but a manse nonetheless, which would be quite a thing for her to have.  Still, she wasn't getting close to it anytime soon; this must be First-Age tech to warp reality and space so, at such a distance.  Still, she had to head<em>somewhere</em>...<br/><br/>Well, that canopy-crafted village was a good start; perhaps she could ask about the nearby manse.  She decided on walking this time, plotting the direction and heading in it.  As she thought about her state of undress, she realized that... it didn't really bother her to be seen so, strangely enough.  Perhaps the lack of cultural experience recalled, but she really didn't seem bothered wandering about naked.  Hell, she didn't even know what her face looked like really... maybe she'd find a mirror too.  Still, she hoped people first, then mirror... and she hoped she spoke their language; she hadn't even heard her own voice yet...