Trusty (and Fluffy) Instructor for Hire [Oboro|Invite]

"Hmm. Well, hopefully you can practice using that attack and soon you'll be able to master it" Owen said, patting Gomamon encouragingly. "Who knows? You might be able to control the fish to do all sorts of things?" he chuckled.

His attention was drawn toward Oboro, who seemed to be puzzled by his digivice. Owen knew little about digivices, but would try his best! Gomamon was confused by the question, so Oboro turned to Owen and asked him.

"Hmm... it looks like a radar function to me" Owen said, some traces of data in his memory remembering something like that. "And... it seems to be indicating something nearby, toward the stream" he said, pointing toward the river.

He then had an idea. "If it's in the water, maybe Gomamon can find it?" the Gaomon suggested. He'd do it himself, but, Gomamon was an aquatic digimon and was better suited to this sort of thing.

Owen by now caught on that something wasn't quite right with Oboro's behaviour around water. The Gaomon had picked it up before, mainly with dragon and fire elemental digimon. He was quite possibly aquaphobic. Of course, Owen didn't think any less of him for it. There could be any various reason for this. Events could have happened, things could have gone wrong. All Owen could suggest was to move away from the water.

"Okay then" he said. "How about we just... head up back over the hills and catch a Trailmon back to civilization, eh?" he suggested.

That would probably be the right thing to do here. After all, Gomamon had just evolved. Perhaps Oboro would like some time to settle in civilization to come to terms with this?

"I could accompany you of course" Owen offered. "While we're on the Trailmon, I could tell you all I know about what's happening with the world". It wasn't much, but, he hadn't discerned that Oboro and Gomamon knew much about their surroundings. Maybe it would be an opportunity to get them up to speed?

Owen was really lost for words as Oboro seemed to be so simply frightened of such a non-threatening little stream. Maybe there was a way to help him out? After all, swimming is a very important skill to have, and water was simply so ubiquitous in the world (well, except for the Western Area) that it was something one shouldn't be scared of.

Then, yet, he had heard of his friends Luke and Bellamy, who had been afraid of water since both of them nearly drowned in a frozen lake in the North since neither of them knew how to swim, especially not in freezing temperatures. It had taken their partner to get them over that particular fear.

But Owen didn't say anything about it. It would be something that Oboro would have to face as his own decision. But Owen was of course willing to help if he wanted.

The Gaomon led them to a small railway platform on the hills. There wasn't much there, just a Trailmon track, a wooden platform, and a weathered signpost with a faded timetable. He hoped trains still ran here. He looked at the timetable.

"Hmm. Won't be long, if this is right" Owen said to the other two.