Classes went by in a haze, as it normally would on any first day. Mastace let the day pass by, being too far stuck in his own thoughts to really want to do anything else. His mind was too focused on that wolf, Briggan, to see anything else. There seemed to be a certain something about him, a kind of charm that pulled him in, and yet that same charm pushed him away and implored him not to get any closer. He seemed so sure of himself one moment, then looked to be totally confused the next. It was a rather strange thing to observe, and Mastace has never come across anyone like this before. When he tried to come up with a plan to deal with such an instance as this, he found that he was at a total loss. He had nothing. Very interesting, he noted. No one has ever given me this much of a challenge until now.
In the midst of his processing, he couldn't help but notice himself wanting more.
Briggan was no stranger to the insomnia that plagued him tonight; however, he was unaccustomed to the circumstances he was currently under as he stared up at the ceiling. Normally, Briggan would be entirely without thought, and therefore able to let the time pass over him. Tonight, his head was swimming- or drowning, to be more accurate- in the flood of information from the day. Ever since the chance encounter with Mastace, Briggan could not get the lion out of his mind. He didn't even have enough room for his usual pattern of contemplations, which made Mastace all the more intriguing. Briggan wondered what kind of person it took for someone as tormented as himself to expel, albeit temporarily, and forget his demons and slide closer to what he had once been.
Another thing that perplexed him was how Mastace was able to get him to even speak. This was something that he simply refused to do for years now, and he even made it a point to very publicly deter anyone who tried by making sure they had no desire to come back. That was the arrangement. If everyone left him alone, he wouldn't become unpleasant. That hadn't kept him from engaging in a full-on conversation, and Briggan had begun to feel himself lose a little tension as they spoke. Of course he hid this with a bit more sarcasm than the situation typically called for.
In spite of this, Briggan had the feeling that no matter how long or hard he fought and defied what was happening, it was futile and he would eventually submit. But how would everything change once he did? A hint of terror touched his heart as he thought of these things, mainly because he had no way of predicting- much less knowing- anything. As far as he knew, he was lost. What an abhorrent feeling this is, he thought.