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Time to move on.
Who: Evacuated Chosen, Hikari
What: The start of the Migration
Where: Primary Village
When: January 1st, 2014
Primary Village. The baby Digimon are crying, and Elecmon's rushing about in shock, trying to care for all of them.
Hikari stands among it all, holding a Digi-egg in her arms. She's quiet, and she's sad. She's waiting, though. Waiting for anyone who would come here.
What to do? Whatever she can, even if it's not much.
What: The start of the Migration
Where: Primary Village
When: January 1st, 2014
Primary Village. The baby Digimon are crying, and Elecmon's rushing about in shock, trying to care for all of them.
Hikari stands among it all, holding a Digi-egg in her arms. She's quiet, and she's sad. She's waiting, though. Waiting for anyone who would come here.
What to do? Whatever she can, even if it's not much.
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"How about you find some rocks and make a fire circle?", Kit suggested. "I'll find some wood and stuff. Then, once we have a fire, we can cook the parsnips; they're not bad roasted."
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"Sure! It shouldn't be too hard to find rocks around here, but I'll keep in touch. Hehe, I've never had roasted parsnips before!" Takato got to his feet and started trekking. As promised, it wasn't that hard to find rocks but they were spread out so that alone took the goggle-wearing Tamer a while.
After about 10-15 minutes, Takato returned with enough rocks to make a pretty decent fire circle; possibly even two!
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"OK," she told Takato. "Shouldn't take too long to find wood and kindling either," she said. In fact, there were a few likely sticks she could see from right where she was.
Leaving Emerick to guard the campsite, Kit got up to wander around the area, collecting sticks, bits of bark, and a few clumps of dry grass. She got back not long after Takato, to see him working on setting up the circle. "Looks pretty good," she said, setting down the wood and kindling.
With the circle in place, she piled some of the wood inside it, leaving some to add in later. She then tucked the dry grass and bark into the pile of wood, and pulled a little book of matches from one of her belt pouches. A Meramon mascot could be seen giving a tiny thumbs-up on the front of the matchbook as Kit struck one against the strip, and lit the grass and bark, gently blowing on it until the wood started to catch as well.
She then sat back with a sigh. The fire provided some much needed warmth that pushed back the chill of the winter air. She then offered Takato one of two pointy sticks she'd created by snapping a longer stick in half, as well as one of the parsnips from the bunch. "Here," she said. "You wanna be sure to take the stems off before you roast it, though; you can only eat the root part."
She demonstrated by snapping the stem of her parsnip off at the base and tossing the leafy part aside before spearing the root on he end of her own sharp stick. "These are sorta like the vegetables my family grew back home," she commented after a moment. "'Cept ours were a lot bigger."
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Just to be sure, he watched her demonstration and made sure to do exactly the same with his own before spearing another root with his sharp stick.
"That sounds amazing! How big were they?"
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"We helped Mamma with stuff though," Kit said. "We helped with the mending, and cleaning up, and sometimes cooking. Sometimes we'd all go out berry picking too, while Papa was out in the field. Or fishing and picking water-plants in the stream."
Kit's smile became wistful. "It was really nice then...", Kit said, trailing off with a bit of a sigh.