For Tomoe Mami and Mega Prompts Word Prompt 221. Nostalgic
8. A Person's Pieces
She's searching again.
His scattered pieces, thrown throughout time and space. His memories, no longer accurate no matter what she did. What's worse? He'll never know her? He'll never be with her? She's not sure.
But she has to find him. She has to go home.
How much time has passed? Since she's been in her human's lap, since she's eaten food she hasn't had to make or scrounge for? She's forgetting, she's forgetting and she can't because it will make her think of a scarlet red whip.
Besides, honestly? Wizarmon does enough forgetting for the two of them.
She stops underneath a tree trunk. She sips from a canteen and listens, listens long and hard. That idiot's hoarse voice is heard around the zones, and it brings hope. He brings hope with his pure stubborn stupidity, that red dragon.
Tailmon can't help but smile. It even moved her dear friend.
Then again, he was sentimental that way.
She sighs a little low and smiles a bit. The journey is long and hard and unending. But, she picks herself up again and keeps going. If all she has to do to get him back is bring him a little water, then she will. Over and over again.
Until he stops running away.
