It was no surprise that the white-haired kid and his Digimon was at the center of the latest light-show. He wasn't as surprised as he thought he'd be, meeting talking dogs, a violet-furred beast, and worst of all, the sarcastic white-haired kid, had him on high-alert. Once it was done, his hand found his pocket once more and strode off after Norn. The one thing that had continued to surprise him was the quaint beauty of Nyttliv Village. Little huts decorated the area, often beside large earthen home, and trees of various sizes. The smell of pine needles, for whatever reason, was thick in the air.
It's pleasant here, he concluded. Much different from home.
Nowe glanced over at the walking chess-pieces. He had played a few games with his father before the illness and was absolutely giddy to see them brought to life. It was hard to hold it in; as the Digimon rushed them with excitement, Nowe found himself chuckling, laughing even. There was so much movement, so much activity here. He knelt down, speaking to a few. Some asked his name and it took him a moment to come up with one before replying. "Its Phase, how about yours?"
Conversations went on that way for awhile, until a little one, round and pink, without legs, but with long, ribbon ears exclaimed. "You'll save us! You'll save us!"
Phase stood up then, gazed into all their faces. Some were soft and round, others edged, creepy. A few resembled humans and plants, less so dragons and machines. "Sure I will," he reassured the small Digimon.