A cool breeze caressed Mitsu's cheek as she lay on the roof of her house with Yamimon.  She had been coming up to her perch every night since she was a little girl, and the recent severing had not changed that.  Tonight though, she had a great deal on her mind.  Yamimon, her digimon patner, was definitely not faring well.  Normally active and curious, she had barely enough energy to float around and had fallen asleep in her lap as soon as they got up to their usual perch.  Her digimon was perhaps one of the strangest she had ever seen.  She looked like a cross between a gatomon and a wizardmon, with the abilities to match.  Mitsu guessed since her dad had a Wizardmon, and her mom had a gatomon, it only made sense that at least one of their daughters would have a digimon like Yamimon. She herself had taken after both parents. From her moms side, she had inherited the height of 5'11", and her light brown hair, which she preferred short. From her dad, she got most of her asian features.  The jury was still out on her temperament though. She cut her musings short when she noticed her digimon was looking up at her.<br/><br/>"Hey sleepy head," she chuckled.  "...hey," was the tired response she received. It felt like a knife through her heart to see her partner like this, and not know how to fix the problem. Suddenly her digivice beeped, "Hey sis, I'm back in town. Meet me in the old flower field by the canal."<br/>"Tsubaki? But she was with daddy back in Japan," she mused. She picked up her digimon and jumped off her roof, landing on the small deck leading out of her bedroom.  From there she hauled herself over the ledge and landed in the garden below.<br/>"Mitsu, where are you going?!"<br/>"I'll be right back mom, I got this weird message on my digivice," she called over her shoulder.<br/>"Okay, be careful!"