Hoshor Plains outside

Spica was kinda confused that the woman would travel and end up here, of all places. After confirming that the whole world was a pretty big place, but not really specifying where she would then go right now, the woman said she came from a different place and it was beautiful there. Really? Then why'd you come to Boringsville? Spica asked, clearly sceptical of the stories that the woman painted because, honestly, she couldn't imagine someone coming from a beautiful place settling here, at these plains, where nothing ever happened.