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Writers: Devin, Halyonix
Date Posted: 14th April 2026
Characters: M'sar, S'yen
Description: Jenith helps Nazoth hunt but S'yen arrives and makes it unpleasant
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 23 of Turn 13
}: Hello, Nazoth! Are you trying to pick out which one to catch? :{ the ocean blue Jenith asked as he circled for a landing near the feeding pens.
}:Yes.:{ Nazoth's eyes whirled slightly red with hunger as he scanned the area. }:I want the best, fattest one.:{
Jenith eyed Nazoth with something akin to clinical assessment. He was not as judgmental as his rider but still he couldn't help but notice how _big_ the brown was getting. And not just in lean draconic size. Maybe that baby fat would start melting with more flight practice. }: Do you want a hunting buddy? I can flush a big one towards you and you can catch it. :{
}:I can do it myself!:{ Flying with M'sar earlier had tired him. Flying was much harder than it seemed, and he didn't like struggling with it while his clutchmates seemed to have a much easier time of it. The brown grunted with effort as he jumped into the air, wings flapping frantically as he tried to keep himself up.
**You can do it, c'mon!** M'sar said, leaning against the fence nearby. **You're gettin' stronger every day.**
Nazoth managed to gain height, then a little more. When he was far enough to clear the fence, he flew awkwardly over it. The herdbeasts were in a full panic now, running around the pen, and Nazoth had lost sight of his target. He picked a bovine nearby and dropped like a rock, landing with a thud. His clumsy attack missed the beast, but he lunged and snapped, catching the bovine's leg.
**Get him!** M'sar cheered.
Jenith wavered, watching the younger dragon try to catch the panicked animal. He didn't like seeing it suffer and he was worried that it might gore Nazoth somehow. }: Let me help, :{ he offered as he went to land on the bovine's back, neatly breaking its spine. The screams stopped, much to Jenith's relief. }: If you catch them by the leg, you have to act fast and grab the neck. The horns hurt, :{ he explained to Nazoth.
}:I was doing fine!:{ the young brown protested. He got his jaws around the animal's neck and shook it to make sure it was dead. Then he ripped into the carcass and started gorging himself.
"Hey, Jenith." M'sar gestured for the blue to come closer.
His rider would have probably said something cutting about Nazoth's rider talking to Jenith directly. But Jenith was for more amenable than his rider and approached M'sar with curiosity in his eyes.
M'sar checked to make sure Nazoth was busy eating before he told Jenith, "Thanks for helping. He thinks he can do everything but he's stlll learnin'."
Jenith cocked his head side to side to indicate that he was listening. He dipped his head at the end to indicate that he understood that Nazoth was still learning. His head swung towards Nazoth. }: If you have any questions, you know you can ask me, right? I was once a weyrling and I like to help other weyrlings. :{
As Nazoth enjoyed the soft, tasty innards, he considered. Jenith wasn't a bronze, or even a brown, but he was an adult with experience, and Nazoth liked him. }:Perhaps you could advise me. Later.:{ He went in for another bite.
**Just the one, remember?** M'sar said gently. **Gotta make sure you don't get too heavy for your wings.** He hated controlling how much food his dragon ate, but he also hated the way Nazoth struggled with flying and how frustrated the brown was that he couldn't do more. And the humiliation of that failed first attempt at flying.
As if he heard M'sar, Jenith asked of Nazoth, }: How is flying going? Are you enjoying it? :{
}:Flying is more difficult than I thought. My body is large and heavy so I must do more exercises and practice than my clutchmates.:{ And Nazoth had to eat less, which distressed his rider.
}: Oh, well, then you'll be better at it then they are since you'll have been practicing so much, :{ Jenith pointed out positively.
Nazoth considered that and then paused in his feeding to puff out his chest. }:Yes. I will be better. I will be the best flyer!:{
Jenith hoped so. But he had concerns. His head swiveled in another direction and presently, his rider could be seen striding their way. A scowl darkened his face as he got close. "Are you bothering my dragon again?" he asked sharply of M'sar as his hand went to stroke Jenith's cheek.
M'sar snorted. "Are you jealous he likes me?"
"He doesn't like _you_," S'yen answered, "He likes Nazoth." The bluerider's eyes roved critically over the big brown. "Though I'm not sure why. Shells, how much bigger is he going to get?"
"He's gonna be massive." M'sar was a little wary, waiting for S'yen to insult Nazoth. Or had that been an insult?
"Yeah, I see that," the bluerider answered dryly. "I'll be surprised if he gets off the ground."
Shame heated M'sar's face as he remembered that first disasterous attempt. "He can fly!"
Nazoth finished with his prey and looked with interest at the herd huddled at the far end of the pens. **No. You can't have any more.** Nazoth tried to fight him and M'sar pressed his will on his dragon, hating that he had to do this. He sent love, too. **You'll be able to fly better tomorrow. It'll get easier.** Hopefully for both of them.
Nazoth didn't fully understand how less food and better flying were related, but he trusted his rider. With a resigned snort, he heaved himself into the air. It was not a graceful sight, the brown flapping hard and lumbring his way over the fence. He landed with a heavy thud next to M'sar.
S'yen lifted a sarcastically amused eyebrow. "Well, I'll be seared. He _can_ fly. I was starting to wonder if you had Impressed a wher instead."
}: S'yen, :{ Jenith warned softly. Why did his rider always want to start a fight with Nazoth's rider?
M'sar marched up to him until they were almost nose-to-nose. "Don't you dare say shit about him." He didn't care if people called Nazoth fat. He _was_ fat, that just meant he had more than enough food to eat. But M'sar was furious when people called him names or made fun of his flying.
Behind him, the brown let out a warning growl.
Jenith immediately let out a soothing croon. }: S'yen, that's enough. We don't want to get in trouble with the Weyrlingmasters. :{
S'yen wasn't thrilled that his dragon was right but he wasn't going to just simply retreat. The impish wrinkle of his nose was edged in an untouchable haughtiness. "Temper, temper, little weyrling," he said. He took a step back, wiggling his fingers in farewell. "Good luck with training."
M'sar clenched his fists, wishing he could wipe that stupid look off his face. "You better watch yourself. You know I ain't good at following rules, and you're asking for it."
The only answer was a merry little whistling tune from S'yen as he left with Jenith.
Last updated on the May 1st 2026