[Judged] of cabbages and kings;

[Asterion]

Asterion in sunshine and in shadow*   Before he knows it, before he even expects it, the battle is over. Asterion is only now beginning to lose himself in the pulse of the spar, letting the rest of the world fall away until it is only their breathing, only the rush of their blood and the slick of the mud-and-dirt beneath them and their bodies made weapons (however gentle) against one another. There is dusty, muddy hair in his mouth, a quick pinch of skin between his teeth that Asterion himself nearly winces at (he, too, should stop fighting his friends), and then Eik is moving away, turning toward him. The bay’s expression is almost sheepish above his panting breath, but he leans into the gray stallion’s touch. His only response to the first comment is a wry twist of lips – he would not have characterized his own side of things as well fought - but at Eik’s next words his head lifts, dark eyes bright with interest. “Yes,” he says, and then coughs at the tightness in his chest. It hurts a little to laugh, but he does anyway, and flicks an ear toward his friend. “I’m in dire need of one.” A last nod, though he doesn’t know if Eik catches it or not, and then the regent returns to his own home, sides slick and dark with sweat and mud.

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Summary: Just closing the thread.  

Attack Used: 0 
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: NA

Response Deadline: NA, ready for judging 
Tags: @Eik, @kay, @Sid, @inkbone, @Lauren, @Sparrow