Takumi said nothing, choosing to be silent. He sat stiffly, back ramrod straight with eyes appearing gold by the light of the fire. This was the position he took for an hour, and then two more. By the time the fourth hour passed, the moon was partially blocked by vague clouds. Takumi suddenly stood, head tilted towards the sky. He sighed softly.
"Are you asleep... Drake?" He asked in a soft tone, closing his eyes. A rusty-colored orb opened to linger on his form. "Not yet," Was the reply. Takumi hummed, that turning to a tune of a song.
"You are an ocean of waves, weaving a dream,
Like thoughts become a river stream
Yet may the tide ever change, flowing like time
To the path, yours to climb..."
Drake's eyes snapped open at the sudden singing, he raising his head to get a better look at the human. Takumi still had his eyes shut, a serene look on his face. He slowly raised his bow-
"Thou seek the light with an outstretched hand
A divine blade lies before you,
So command the wake of dreams
To restore the world, cut 'way the seams..."
-Light forming the string quickly, and launched a single arrow to the sky. Then his voice took on a solemn tone that turned to one of desperate power, grief so profound that the dragon had tears come to the corners of his eyes. Drake slowly stood, walking closer to the ex-prince with silent footsteps.
"Join in our prayer, in our song of birthrights and love!
Come the sun, illuminate the sky
Pray that we may quell the dark - Light take the throne!
Lost in thoughts all alone..."
Takumi didn't open his eyes when a hand briefly touched his shoulder. He simply said, "...Suppose you weren't the last of... of anything. Suppose that you were something, as I am sure you were. I was... never... something important enough or worthy of my family, save my mother who had died long ago and taken all love for me to her grave. Suppose... Drake... that we could get along. What would you do to restore the world if you were fated or eventually pushed into the darkness that threatened to consume you?
"...Being lost in your thoughts all alone is very discontenting - terrifying, even... I hope that you'll one day understand that."
With that, Takumi turned and sat at the base of the nearest tree - it was quite a ways from the fire - and leaned against it with Fujin Yumi in his arms. It was clear that he wasn't asleep however, despite the small movements of his chest moving.
