Reading his response, Gaia tilted her head a bit. It made sense. The gods only making themselves known if they wanted to be. It also made sense that some humans could sense them. Though Gaia would think they were either some sort of diviner or had an affinity for such things. She well knew there were those that the gods spoke through, so perhaps that is where that would come from. Gaia herself had no such affinity. All she wished was for the gods to bless her when she prayed for it.
That makes sense. Some people are more sensitive to such things, though I am not one of them. If I ever met a god in disguise, I did not recognize them. Perhaps it is best, I tend to use Jupiter's name as a curse more often than not.
She couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Another question popped into her head, but she had the decency to not ask it. After all, it would be about Hercules' father, and it was undoubtedly something he did not wish to think of, so she didn't bother to type it out. After Hercules had read that response, she cleared the text, and asked another question.
You said you travel. Where have you traveled? I bet you have many stories to tell. Someone who was as well-traveled as Hercules seemed to be would undoubtedly have many stories to tell. Of course, she knew not every story he had to tell would be happy or good. Warriors like him always had sad ones to tell as well.