The Scorpion Oracle whispers, 'come on, turn the page.'

[wastlandrage]

The light filtering into the cells dims to an orange glow, and the scent of smoke and burning meat starts to carry through the air. The doors to every cell simultaneously grind open, and the guards - those not part of the walls of the dungeons - wait to lead the prisoners down the hall and up a set of stairs worn practically ramp-smooth

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[gallantgoggles]

Takato doesn't pay much attention to the events in the room. He's too busy craning his neck to try and get a good look at Guilmon. Was he okay? They were separated by several of the other prisoners, and he wasn't tall enough to see more than a glimpse of red scales.

Several feet away, Guilmon was attmepting to do the same thing. He could smell Takato, but he couldn't see him through the crowd of prisoners. The digimon shakes his head, and tries to break away from the guagrd nd make his way to his partner.

[wastlandrage]

The Oracle holds up a hand to stop the guards from intervening as Guilmon breaks free, watching the two of them with interest. She stays where she is for the time being, her hands clasped behind her back.

[gallantgoggles]

Guilmon darts through the crowd, singlemindedly following a trail only he could smell. Then with a happy laugh he leaps on his partner and knocks him onto the ground.

"I found you Takatomon!"

For his part, Takato flails briefly as he collapses under Guilmon's weight. But he quickly recovers and tightly hugs his partner with relief.

[wastlandrage]

She steps off the dais then, crouching a few feet away with her arms braced on her knees. "How do you talk?"

She looks at Takato. "Did you teach him?"

[gallantgoggles]

Takato looks confused. "He could always talk. But he talks much better now than when we first met. Is that what you mean?"

Guilmon allows Takato to get up and tilts his head curiously at her. "Takato taught Guilmon lots of things! How to eat and how to play and lots of new words."