Moonspear haydays

✴        There was a moment where Revui wasn't sure if the game would continue, and so he began to let down his guard and relax, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his attention drifting from his father and the rabbit - at least with his face and eyes. His ears remained pivoted to listen. And when Charon made his dash, the boy heard it and reacted as swiftly as he could; he wasn't as fast as the adults and his steps were sloppy, his own lunge missing the mark by a few inches, but he was snapping at the rabbit all the same. His tail helicoptered behind him in a silver blur.