...or Other's Lack Thereof (tridoriyaku)

Vetina smiled as she saw Yaku arrive, and our of curtosy, bowed back to him while remaining seated down on the bench. "Likewise to you, pal. I trust your day had some relatively mild qualities, I would hope?" Unlike the human, Vetina had not seen the news. In fact she has been sleeping in a tree she had planted in the closest forest a while back... it was nice that it was still there.

By her seat she pulled up a bag of food. Takeout she had gotten, with rice and various sides. Almost too much for a woman Vetina's size to eat. Were Vetina an actual human, that is.

"I also hope the errand was flawlessly performed, to your specifications."

After thinking back on her act last night as Tridori related to her what he saw on the news, he asked about the amount of food she had. "Occasionally Hyperactive metabolism. It's fairly rare of a kind to my body, even to be compared to other digimon, and I can gain and lose spare tires with little effort." She began to eat. "But I strive to keep a sliver of rubber around me, just in case."

He eventually went back to the incident, asking if the one who scared his boss was anyone Vetina knew. She chuckled. "I know not any beasts of Flora... save for one... sister of sorts. Minor bond. Anyway, I was the flower monster. While I command the aqua in my form, my others take the counteances of plants. No harm was laid on him.

You needed some relief, no? I only inflicted the scare the crooked out of the crook."

Vetina kept on eating, answering the three questions he managed to get out of his mouth in between bites of her food. More questions... well, she dealt with them.

"Indeed, I tresspassed on his property. The carnivorous threats were empty bluffs, however. Consumption of humanity is not a desirable taste for my palate. I mentioned before I fly no banner of justice, but a friends misery must be relieved. Impart on me *some* trust in my intentions. I *don't* harm humans on a humbug, off principal. Your boss will recover, shaken, but deserved the effect.

You're timid, apolgetic. Being a doormat has not brought you much positivity. It's your aura. I understand that but..."

She sighed and shook her head, almost looking as if she was slowly falling into depression. "I'm not proper sans weird. It's...me. My being. It is not unpleasing to me, no no, I admire this being I am. But it aids me little in meaningful companionship, I understand... just say you no longer request my company, Yaku, and it shall be done. I'll be gone from you..."

"I'm certain no elevated suit like him knew of Digimon. Scared him too good. But, while I can offer no promises, it will neither be a thing of high regularity. You've my word."

Her disposition lightened up a bit. She had no intentions of manipulating him. Still, with recent events of her life happening, even a digimon as strange as Vetina can feel down in the dumps. At least, like Yaku, she didn't lose a friend either.

"I'm somewhat hesitant to meet your mate. You shan't be deserving of false accusations of infedelity. But... an introduction to my realm might prove of interest. At least for remaining inside Terminus. It's a city, fairly familiar in form, umfamiliar in inhabitants, to humans for the most part. But humans do walk there. You needn't lay your presence there for extended periods, either. Just maintain... low levels of jitteryness. '

"I'll keep the hours of length short. You can tell your mate...something... it's to be figured out later. Maybe relay the need to walk about.

The humans there average younger, and average is to be stressed, as older ones are about as well. And the digimon, with their own species based quirks, many have a personality that run a loose parallel to yours. Mind you, digimon of a more beastial nature also exist, but lean to the wilderness as stomping grounds. The city... is comparitively safe to this city we now stand in. Take what you will from that. Barring visual take ins, shouldn't be a difficult time to get used to."

Vetina went back to eating her food after looking around. However, while she did plan to reveal her Palmon form, there were others near enough to out too much risk on Yaku's shoulders. She wouldn't drop her costume in public.

"Also... not keep it silent? Don't be daft, you know the consequences and potential of knowledge of my world to this world."

Vetina shook her head once Yaku expressed concern over children being in the digital world.

"The information you are receiving from me is a fraction, albeit also a bare minimum for someone like you. It's not a case of "coerced invitations", I assure you. There is a certain... dynamic between our species. As if a lottery, a digimon, or more, is tired to a human. In fact, some digimon begin life here. And the binding symbol is a device... a Digivice, it's forms unique in set purpose. This lottery, true to form and out of anyone's hands, skews towards younger humans. I'm not bound in such a way, and I assume neither are you. You are merely a guest. What course the children ride, human or digimon, post binding is their choice. Many choose to make the trek.

But digimon bound to humans protect them. They can amass power over time. But many form a close bond. Not marriage by another connotation, but a strong bond nonetheless. But, humans and digimon are snowflakes, and chemistry can vary.

Also, trust my words, the cities run a loose parallel in similarity. Loose parallel, not a Xerox. Would I find myself here, in a change of tempo, in a world where the safer route is a holographic facade as a body mask, were the two lands exact? Would be no purpose."

Vetina finished her food, placing the trash in the proper recepticle. She then patted her belly, a little larger than before, as she sighed happily.

"Regardless, keep this hush, hush. "