A/N: This is inspired by Yinglong and Sophitia's maxed bond conversation in Musou Orochi 2 Ultimate.
Prayer
Yinglong stepped behind an otherworldly friend, the grass beneath his feet rustled his arrival. Before he noticed his unwelcome cut, whispering swept his ears. Discourtesy scrunched his eyes closed, his left cheek titled. Quickly, he winced an excuse, and resorted a small step back or two. A second later, his slit eyes drew slowly to the knelt woman. The offense was left ignored by this comrade-in-arms of hair blonde, skin milky. Her eyes fluttered a soft blue hue. Fingers interlocked, she resumed chanting. These same murmurs curtain a language Yinglong often heard before cluttering certain victory on the battlefield. His heels turned away to acknowledge the needed silence, while the woman deepened her solace, until her eyes fluttered again. Moments later, she looked up to the Mystic visitor, and stood from her bent position in full content.
His head lowered in humility, Yinglong greeted the same. "Again, I apologize if I caused an interruption." The Mystic's mellow demeanor was too sweet. Knowing what he is and how he does things, the mother of two couldn't help but see him as a child. The dragon was a quiet complying boy. "I wish to thank you for coming to my aid in the last battle." Yinglong's modesty still hung, eyes toward the ground. "I did not mean to worry you."
Sophitia Alexandra shook her head. A child, like Yinglong, endangered himself around susceptible intentions. Such a genial heart, her prayer hoped the Gods will shield his pure soul. Let it remain cased where it should always be. For that, she remembered his wish.
"I desire a world without war. I'll do whatever it takes to achieve it."
Sophitia was exclusive to this intimate thought, yet logic and experience won her words. "Throw away everything for an important purpose. Even that kind nature."
She was caught in his small skepticism.
"Should I not be cautious with your words?" That smile of his... too much. His slight chuckling heighten a tingling strand slithered down the Greek warrior's back. Children have their way with mischief... "Not to worry. I will inscribe your words to mind."