Farathal, the Farmers' Hills

[Ean_arico]

Prospekt lied back on the couch. He let out a sigh and stared into nothing.  

[Cecily D Aria]

Takara soon fell asleep.  

[Ean_arico]

Prospekt didn't know how long he sat there. Long enough for the lamp to run out of fuel and go out. He sat in the darkness for a few moments, before standing up slowly and stumbling to his room. He opened the door and fell onto his bed without bothering to change or close the door. He fell asleep fairly quickly.  

[Cecily D Aria]

Takara woke up at sunrise and got up to see what Prospekt was doing.  

[Ean_arico]

The drink had not been kind to Prospekt. When Takara checked on him, he was in the exact same position he had been in when he fell onto his bed.  

[Cecily D Aria]

Takara didn't disturb him. She went to the kitchen to get food.  

[Ean_arico]

Prospekts eyes did not blink open for sometime.  

[Cecily D Aria]

Takara got food and then walked around outside.  

[Ean_arico]

Prospekt pushed himself up. His shoulders hurt from the position he was in. And lord did his head hurt. "Wha-?" he grunted, looking around the room.  

[Cecily D Aria]

Takara was still outside.  

[Ean_arico]

Prospekt stood up and looked around again. He remembered what happened and felt ashamed. He noticed that he was in the clothes from last night. He stripped down and went to his closet to get new clothes for the day.  

[Cecily D Aria]

Takara was still outside.  

[Ean_arico]

Prospekt found a regular work outfit and slipped it on. He walked out of his room slowly and looked around the house for Takara.  

[Cecily D Aria]

Takara looked up when he came outside.  

[Ean_arico]

Prospekt looked over to Takara when he noticed her. "Takara!" he yelled out to her waving.