Moonspear haydays

✴        They tugged and side-stepped for a few minutes, but when Charon released the object of his fixation he went tumbling backwards. With some fleet footwork he didn't collapse or look too foolish, but there was another side-effect: As soon as Charon relented and appeared disinterested in the food, so was Revui. He had become so wrapped up in the adrenaline of the game, the physicality of it, that his usual gluttony had been forgotten. He'd won, but he didn't enjoy that he'd won. A moment later he grabbed the food and threw it at his father, watched it slump to the dirt, and glanced between the two a few times — as if to say, more?