[A sailor, huh? He doesn't much look like one... but then again, she can't really say she knows what a sailor is supposed to look like. Just like anyone else, probably. Landlocked as she's been her whole life, all she has to go on are storybooks and her imagination, and it isn't hard to imagine what a sailor's life would be like: a ship out on the boundless ocean, nothing but water from horizon to horizon, the open sky above completely unbroken by anything.
Just the thought of it is kind of unsettling, but she won't say that.]
Well, I'm sure they'll be okay. They'll find what they need.
[Considering how there aren't any dead ones, something probably falls too close often enough. Aerith looks at them again, the deceptively beautiful petals that hide a carnivorous nature, and nods. Yeah, they'll be just fine.
She then turns to look at Kazuha, standing and straightening out her skirt with a smile.]
I'm Aerith, by the way. Nice to meet you, Mr. Sailor.
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Just the thought of it is kind of unsettling, but she won't say that.]
Well, I'm sure they'll be okay. They'll find what they need.
[Considering how there aren't any dead ones, something probably falls too close often enough. Aerith looks at them again, the deceptively beautiful petals that hide a carnivorous nature, and nods. Yeah, they'll be just fine.
She then turns to look at Kazuha, standing and straightening out her skirt with a smile.]
I'm Aerith, by the way. Nice to meet you, Mr. Sailor.