[Ah. So people like her. One would think after Aerith's seeming penchant for sidling right up to people would coerce her to maybe dial that back a bit. Instead, she only ever seems to do it more. He says her name and there it is again, a reflection of what feels like recognition. As if it's something a part of her possibly knew long ago.
A different her, perhaps? Not unlike the fleeting little visions she's had, depicting images and scenes that she hasn't actually experienced yet. Knowing that each one of these holds its importance. Just like Vincent does. Her head tilts and she follows his gaze, as red as his garb, as the bandana in his dark hair, and for some moments, she is caught in the distance of the forest before her attention returns to him.
What does one say to that? To be known by someone that she isn't wholly certain she knows.]
Things are happening...!
A different her, perhaps? Not unlike the fleeting little visions she's had, depicting images and scenes that she hasn't actually experienced yet. Knowing that each one of these holds its importance. Just like Vincent does. Her head tilts and she follows his gaze, as red as his garb, as the bandana in his dark hair, and for some moments, she is caught in the distance of the forest before her attention returns to him.
What does one say to that? To be known by someone that she isn't wholly certain she knows.]
Where did you expect to see me?
[Maybe that's a better place to start.]