Oh—!

[She's surprised by the voice suddenly speaking out of the greenery. Turning towards Basil, Aerith reaches for her staff. It's not a hostile move, however. She grasps it briefly, using it to center her balance and pull herself up from where she's been kneeling for so long. This person doesn't seem aggressive, and she won't be aggressive herself unless she has a very good reason to be. She smiles, letting go of the staff again.]

Hello there.

[It's a good question... does she know where she is? She knows her place beneath the earth and the sky, but in the more technical sense, she isn't sure. She knows where she came from, and all she left behind her, but when it comes to her current surroundings and what lies ahead—much more is a mystery to her.]

You know—now that I think of it, I don't know if this place has a name. But maybe it does. I haven't been here long. I've been—traveling.

[Traveling is as good a word for it as any. It's accurate, if not precise.]

It's a pretty place, whatever it's called. That's why I stopped here.