Nowe had never been one to rush things along but the urge to do so was intense. He wanted to adventure and explore, to see this, Witchelny, and all it had to offer... before it was too late. Despite Norn's reassurance, he just couldn't shake the feeling that this, the very world around him, his opportunity to live outside his father's sick shadow, would fade. For the first time, ever, his foots had begun tapping the ground impatiently.
Dorumon, was the beast's name. He couldn't bring himself to make any lasting impressions of him or her quite yet, but he had decided that he would work with the little monster. There was something, weirdly human about it.
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