Sorry for the wait! I am back for keeps. WC 383. Yaaay Mason the grump.
It became very clear to the hybrid boy that Anselm had lost his mind. There was no other explanation that Mason could come up with; he had never seen an adult act in this manner before. He understood that Anselm was playing, scrambling about on the ice and plowing through the snow, but the Tirones Minor could not find a reason that would make him do such a thing. He wondered why as he studied the male critically, his yellow-gold eyes speculative as they followed his figure across the ice. Mason was not daft; he knew that Anselm was playing, for whatever reason. But what in the world could have possessed him to do such a thing? Weren’t there other things to be done at this point?
As Anselm began to speak then, presenting the Tirones Minor with imaginary scenarios, understanding dawned in Mason’s expression. Clearly, the stress of his responsibilities as an adult and protector of the Clan had contributed to his departure from sanity. Mason raked his pearly teeth across his thin black lip. Hopefully Anselm’s condition would clear up shortly. He watched with indecision clear on his features as the male skittered away. Mason toyed with the idea of going to get help, but watching the tan colored male, he decided that he could watch him for a while. In his current state, he probably needed looking after.
Mason recognized the kind of behavior that Anselm was displaying. He was not that far removed from this part of life. It was obvious to him that Anselm was playing. However, he could not see how this behavior fulfilled a constructive purpose. It was something that Mason had struggled with. Even a month ago, he had been filled with a restless energy that had caused him to run about in nonsensical circles and foolish looping paths.
That had been the first day that he had met Samael. He remembered the look of consternation on the males face and balked. It was obvious to him that that sort of behavior was not only useless, but foolish. Sighing heavily, the Tirones Minor stepped on to the ice with some hesitance, his dew claws scrambling on the slippery surface before he unsteadily shot after the other male. ”Anselm, slow down. You’re gonna hurt yourself!”