Bully Blue

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

Characters: P'xan, J'lyas, R'vkal
Description: J’lyas picks on P’xan for being the youngest of the class
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 17 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: S'kand

Notes:

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It was said that you didn’t want to become the monster you had escaped. Had J’lyas been older, maybe wiser, he would have realized that he was repeating the very cycle he had hated back at the Hold. But J’lyas didn’t care about emotional intelligence. He cared about being right. He had a dragon now and that’s all that mattered.

“Puny P’xan, guess I have to deal with your face while Brax eats today,” J’lyas greeted snarkily as he approached the feeding pens. Braxialth had already singled out his prey and was bringing it down -- and away from Kovashoth.

P'xan's ears reddened. “Kovashoth has to eat too.” He responded stiffly. “And we were here first.”

His brown looked up, bloody-mawed, then went back to eating. }:You are a perfectly normal size, Mine.:{

“Yeah, so, whatever,” J’lyas answered. “Just because you got a brown dragon doesn’t mean you get to boss anyone around. Besides, I don’t have to listen to a little kid.”

“I… what?” P'xan blinked. “I'm not little, I'm fourteen! And if I said something it's because the _Weyrlingmasters_ said so first!” He added. “If I _was_ in charge, you… I'd make you apologize!”

}:That one's mine!:{ Kovashoth rumbled, and brought down his second herdbeast by hopping after it. Not so coincidentally, maybe, splashing mud in Braxialth's direction.

Braxialth snorted in warning, shying back so that mud didn’t splash on him.

J’lyas rolled his eyes. “Sorry, whatever, I apologize,” he said mockingly. “Fourteen is still a kid. You know you won’t be graduating to a Wing like the rest of us, right? Not for another Turn or so. Good luck being useful.”

“Did I say I was going to?” P'xan asked. “I know Kovashoth is going to be ready before I am. And every dragonrider is useful. Besides,” he added, “You should wish you get more time to practice too.”

“I don’t need to practice,” J’lyas retorted. “It’s not _that_ hard. Everyone keeps saying that it is but they’re just dimglows.” The dark haired weyrling tapped the side of his head in emphasis. “The only reason dragonriders get killed is because they get careless. I’m not careless. But I’m also not a sissy like you.”

“I'm not a _sissy_!” P'xan declared, and glared at J'lyas. “You are! You're just… Just a meanie mug!”

Kovashoth looked up, his eyes whirling yellow. }:Yours had better stop.:{ He told Braxialth.

}: Or? :{ Braxialth challenged, rustling his wings.

}: Or I will tell the Weyrlingmaster, :{ a new voice interjected as a dark shadow passed ahead. Indrath, coming in for his own meal.

Braxialth bristled. }: Stay out of this, Indrath. My rider is talking to Kovashoth’s rider, not yours. :{

Indrath felled a beast and began eating, keeping one whirling eye on Braxialth and Kovashoth.

“Oh look. Your buddy backup is here,” J’lyas said dryly as he noticed R’vkal approaching. He rolled his eyes dramatically. Great. Now he would have to put up with two noblehearted ninnies.

Kovashoth snorted, warningly, tearing into the rest of his food. }: And now I am talking to Indrath too. If you do not like it, you may leave us alone. :{

P'xan stiffened further, shoulders hunching, and glanced away. “... I didn't ask for backup.” He muttered. “But you're being _mean_.”

“Whatever,” J’lyas said. “Told you you were a baby.” It was a parting shot because J’lyas was sliding his hands into his pockets and ambling away before R’vkal could join in. He could be heard whistling a merry tune loudly as he left.

“Trouble?” R’vkal asked P’xan.

P'xan stiffened slightly. “J'lyas was being mean, but it's fine now.” He said. “Kovashoth won't let anyone bully me. It's not my fault I'm small.”

R’vkal’s gaze turned towards the departing bluerider. Should he tell the Weyrlingmasters? It felt like unnecessary interference but also shouldn’t a leader be stepping up to protect those in his charge?

}: Can talk to Jagobroth’s rider about it? :{ Indrath suggested. Which was a good suggestion. R’vkal trusted S’kand’s opinion on things.

“Not your fault at all,” R’vkal agreed. “J’lyas is walking trouble. Seems he likes it that way.” The other weyrling was still doing latrine duty for the stunt he had pulled during their first /between/ practice.

The older bronzerider looked back to P’xan. His own little brother was still Turns older than P’xan was R’vkal always had a thing for protecting little brothers. “He gives you any more trouble, have Kovashoth tell Indrath. S’not right, him bullying you just because you’re small.”

“Or Kovashoth is big.” P'xan muttered, then sighed. “Kovashoth's bigger than Braxialth anyway, and Kovashoth doesn't bully _him_.” He added. “I know I'm small. And even when we graduate I probably won't go to the Wings right away. You have to be sixteen Turns.”

He looked at R'vkal. “Did you have to wait?”

“Been over sixteen for a few Turns now,” R’vkal informed him with a wry smile. “Was almost married too.” It seemed callous to talk that way about his late fiancee but that time of his life was getting further in the past. R’vkal was starting to see how a future with Indrath would be laid out.

“You were married?” P'xan eyed him for a moment. “I thought that the Weyr didn't really… do that.” He paused, then added with all seriousness, “I don't want to be married.”

“Was Holdbred. Expected to get married,” R’vkal explained. He had been happy to do it, duty and all that. “Weyr does…differently but can still be committed.” From what he was learning anyway. “Doesn’t have to be for everyone though.”

P'xan nodded, though he could find nothing to say in return.

“I love Kovashoth.” He said, finally. “I can't even imagine anyone else meaning that much.”

The brown looked up from his meal to croon softly, eyes whirling blue-green. }:You are Mine.:{

“Don’t think anyone else is supposed to compare to a dragon,” R’vkal said. He tipped his head towards P’xan. “You call if J’lyas gives you more trouble, okay?”

“Good, because they don’t.” P’xan said, stolidly. He hesitated, and then added, “Only if Kovashoth and me can’t handle it. I’m a brownrider.”

“No doubt about that,” R’vkal agreed as he left.

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