Smiles creased the edges of his lips, the expression was true and deep, reaching from his charred kissers to the light-hearted, soulful amusement that glittered behind his now-sky blue pools. They had changed from the sparky, electric yellow that had initiated the spar, to this lighter, happier, relaxed hue, suggestive of the clear skies above, or perhaps a cool, freshwater pool. Laughter rumbled once again, as similar to a pair of colts, both stallions relished in the rush of exercise, the endorphins that were stirred caused one to feel invincible, even if they had only proven that the other could potentially beat them into a pulp. It mattered little, for here they ran, together, two souls, pitted as allies against a common foe once, then as foes to each other, now as friends. It was a warrior's tale, one that Azzuen was glad to share in.

Wings stretched out slightly as he ran alongside the silver beast, likely adding to the dirt being scattered up behind them, and into the face of the little white dragon. As they began to slow, Azzuen spread them out, stretching them as well as scooping up what air came rushing towards him now (or was it he that ran, and created the air?), and took a flying leap. He didn't take to the skies, however, instead keeping his legs stretched out to land upon them once more. It was good to get his wings moving again, though the area Lace had managed to bite throbbed slightly, and his left foreleg still wasn't completely sound. It could bear his weight, along with his wings in flight, and he wouldn't be much of a warrior without some bruises toughening him up along the way, anyway. Recklessly, Azzuen tossed his cranium about, his wild, unruly locks splayed outwards, upwards, sideways - every which way that could be called haphazard.

He grinned as Lace spoke his words, bending his own form to view the stallion, nodding in agreement. "It is good to know one's allies are capable." He murmured in reply, his voice gravelly and rough from the exertion of the spar. He watched in silence as Lace bowed to the earth, his own skin prickling from the sweat that had formed, his body yearning for similar treatment. The river ran close by, and with a handful of steps drawing him closer, he submerged himself. It was another workout in itself, gripping the riverbed with his hooves as the current pressed against his broad chest, washing over the contours of his muscles and drawing out the inflammations, swellings, soothing the tired ache of muscles that have faced a hard day's endurance. The General allowed the waters to roll over him, holding his wings high above the water, however, before allowing a beckoning call to roll over the waves from his deep voice, urging the dragon and horse to join him in the water.

[ I was thinking that once they stop bathing (lol) they could chat a bit about alliances etc ^^ ]

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