Two Blues One Bucket

Writers: Aaron, Steel
Date Posted: 30th March 2026

Characters: R'zen, O'rock
Description: Ibranth gets what he wants.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 10 of Turn 13

}:Out of the way, that's _mine_!:{ Ibranth squealed in declaration, galumphing forward for the waiting food in a bucket.

R'zen was right behind him.

Something about this encounter -- though he struggled to understand exactly what -- made Shaegerith’s knees hurt.

**What’s wrong, bud?** asked O’rock. To this, Shaegerith inclined his head toward the approaching blue. **Ah.**

“Are we tryin’ to make a thing outta this?” he asked R’zen.

R'zen glowered at him. “We got here the same time as you.” He retorted. “Ibranth can have the bucket if he wants it.”

Still, his right arm ached, and he didn’t want to have to get his bandage dirty _again_ so soon if he could help it. Plus, there was the whole no fighting rule.

“Do _you_ want to make it a thing?” He challenged.

“You been gettin’ enough to eat?” asked O’rock. He pulled out a pouch and held it out. “Want some trail mix?” This kid was perpetually hangry. Could he not cut his own meat? Did he not know how to use a knife?

“I _want_ you and your blue to move off.” R'zen tossed back. “Ibranth wants _that_ bucket.” Why did this guy keep offering him food??

“You sure? It’s got a lovely bit of caramel bark chips, bit o’ toasted rolled oats soaked in treacle, some nuts, raisins, all the good stuff. Eh?” O’rock held the pouch open for R’zen to see.

“You heard me.” R'zen glared at him, fuming a little, and Ibranth hissed at Shaegerith. “Move off. Also, who wants raw meat on every bite other than dragons and felines? You sure your name isn't just ‘Rock’?”

“That’s a new one,” said O’rock. He sure had not heard that a thousand times. Along with just about everyone else in Timmarock’s get. “Here, look.” He tilted the pouch and poured a bit of the trail mix into his mouth. “No meat,” he said around his chewing.

“So.” He chewed a bit more and swallowed. “What’s so important about that particular bucket, eh?”

Ibranth had had enough, and shoved forward, aiming for the bucket himself. He was hungry, and that was his!

“I don't have to explain myself to you.” R'zen responded.

“Were you one of those Holdless kids?” O’rock wondered. He tilted his head, and Shaegerith danced on to the next bucket, and O’rock started slicing meat hunks anew.

R'zen glared at him, even as he stepped up to the bucket, hefting it in his left arm to hold it at just the right height and angle for Ibranth to shove his head into gleefully.

“Rude.” He huffed. “And what if I was? … No.” He added. “I just know what I want and what Ibranth deserves. Isn't that right, Ibranth? Hey-- slow down a bit. We got your bucket.” He added, and the blue crooned agreement. This was the best bucket.

“Bet you're from some farm or something.” He added.

“Eh, kinda,” said O’rock. “I’m from here, but I spend most of my time with the herders. Well. Spent, anyway. I shoulda known you weren’t Holdless, though. They know how to use a knife. But I thought maybe, since you’re so weird about food.”

R'zen sputtered, briefly Too Offended for mere words at all, before his temper flared and Ibranth hissed again in echo. “I can _too_ use a knife, you-- you _herder_!” He retorted. “I'm not weird, you're weird!”

O’rock chuckled as he worked.

“It’s all right, I’m not entirely blind. I can see your arm is still messed up. You know, I’d just cut your meat for you if you asked. Until it heals.”

R'zen gave him a disgruntled look. “No take backs and _fine_.” He muttered. “You can volunteer. But I supervise.”

“You got it, buddy.”

“Don't call me _buddy_.”

“Sure thing, pal.”

Ibranth was too busy eating to hiss.

Last updated on the April 1st 2026

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