[Terra didn't go looking for Minervamon yesterday to speak to her, but he'd been watching. Wounded people weren't always of the clearest mind to talk, and he was content to wait. Other people had their grievances to air, and he didn't want to get involved.
'God' didn't mean especially much. He'd met a god once, a guy with his head on fire. Terra hadn't been impressed.
But when she goes wandering around, healthy enough to do at least a little travel, it's then and only then that he actually approaches, Dorumon silent at his side, far more alarmed by this whole thing than Terra himself was.]
You're Minervamon, miss?
[Polite, cordial. There's not a trace of hostility, but he hadn't been there for the terrible battle that erased a city. She's teeny, but size wasn't everything.]
January 16th
'God' didn't mean especially much. He'd met a god once, a guy with his head on fire. Terra hadn't been impressed.
But when she goes wandering around, healthy enough to do at least a little travel, it's then and only then that he actually approaches, Dorumon silent at his side, far more alarmed by this whole thing than Terra himself was.]
You're Minervamon, miss?
[Polite, cordial. There's not a trace of hostility, but he hadn't been there for the terrible battle that erased a city. She's teeny, but size wasn't everything.]
Can I have a few moments of your time?