Bramblepoint Self-appraisal

Dash was gone. The ever-friendly Mason didn’t know what to think. He didn’ like rejection. His black Uncle spoke. Mason turned to Steady with sad, soft eyes. He couldn’t be angry at his Uncle for trying to make sure he was okay. It was better to be safe than sorry. He knew his Dad would commend Steady for this.
 
“He was teachin’ me to fight…” Mason glanced at the trees where Dash had literally dashed away, empty of all movement in his absence. “I wouldn’t bother, I don’t think he’ll be back.” Mason moved a few steps towards his Uncle and then stopped, not sure what to do anymore. The adrenaline from his short-lived spar was slowly ebbing away.