New is as New does

Entering​ a new city was always hard. Especially the bigger the city was. Especially the less the entrance had been planned.

She dropped down, next to a very stunned woman, who stared at her with her mouth slightly agape. She dusted off her jeans. “Where am I?”

The woman continued to stare, then made some motions with her hands. She stared at the native for a few moments. Eventually, some of the shock wore off for the woman to then point at a sign.

“Oh. All the way here?”

There were a few more motions before she realized the woman was indeed trying to talk, but it was only sign language.

The witch sighed. “I… sorry, I didn’t prepare my translator spell for languages without vocal. That was short sighted of me.”

The woman looked confused again, but the witch had other things to do, so she headed off.