He Disrespects Us

Writers: Corrin, Devin
Date Posted: 30th April 2026

Characters: M'sar, Sybana
Description: M'sar is rude to Sybana and faces Galgaith's wrath.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 3 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Reveroth, Sebeth

Sybana

As they entered the huge cavern that housed the Weyrlake, Nazoth's attention became keen and bright. It was so strange, feeling someone else's feelings. }:Galgaith is here!:{

Sure enough. The huge, ugly gold was standing in the water. M'sar's own feelings were less enthusiastic. He had no problem with the queen, thought of her fondly, even -- she was Nazoth's mother after all. His problem was with her rider.

Nazoth was already bounding toward Galgaith, and he was so sharding happy M'sar gave in and followed him.

Well. Good opportunity to gloat about Impressing a _brown_ from her clutch. **Not worthy, my ass.**

}:Hello Galgaith!:{ Nazoth's eyes whirled blue-green.

}: Hello, Nazoth. :{ The gold’s great head swung around, water sheeting from her craggy hide as her eyes fixed on the approaching brown. }: You are so small… are you eating enough? :{

Sybana stood on the shore with a long handled brush, waiting for Galgaith to dunk herself and wash off the worst of the gore from her recent hunt. She felt Galgaith’s interest pique before she saw the chubby brown barrel into view. She knew him on sight. There were only two brown weyrlings in the weyr at the moment, and of all the luck, this one had to belong to the one she’d least like to see.

M'sar.

Their last encounter at the weyrlake had been unpleasant and she suspected this one would be no better.

Nazoth puffed up his chest. }:I am the biggest in my clutch! M'sar feeds me as much as I want. He takes good care of me.:{

}:That is good,:{ Galgaith said, speaking from a place of golden confidence more than earned wisdom. She nosed curiously around Nazoth. He was cuter than those eggs she had been stuck with. }:It is good to be big. You will be stronger. You will be able to do more.:{

"Not worthy of a dragon, huh?" M'sar said as he walked up. "I got a _brown_, so you can suck on that."

It was not an invitation Sybana had ever been offered before, but she gathered the crude gist of it. She turned, just her head, as he approached "Keep talking," she invited with a cold smile, lovely and lethal. "You're only proving my point."

In front of her, the lake shifted and Sybana took a step back as--

--the water heaved, a great rolling swell swamping the shoreline, displaced by the massive gold as she surged from the shallows to loom over M'sar. Her shadow fell across him, her breath like the blast of a furnace, her eyes like embers from a forge. There was still blood on her maw.

}:Nazoth.:{ Galgaith's easy, gentle amusement of earlier was gone, replaced by now a smoldering ire. }:You chose him. Control him. He disrespects us.:{

M'sar looked up at the gold without fear and opened his mouth.

}:M'sar! You are making Galgaith and hers angry.:{ Nazoth stomped his feet, the water he displaced barely a ripple compared to the wave from Galgaith. }:You must respect them.:{

The will of the baby dragon pressed on his mind. M'sar pushed back, but only a little. Much as he wanted to stick it to Sybana, he didn't want to upset Nazoth. He huffed and then lifted a hand, palm held out toward the queen. "Ain't got a problem with you, Galgaith."

Her head dipped.

Not toward his hand. Past it.

Down into his space, down until the world in front of him was nothing but golden hide and dragon-breath and the sheer uncompromising presence of a queen. She curled her lips, revealing gleaming white teeth longer than a man's forearm, and slowly, deliberately, snapped in front of M'sar's face.

It needed no words. She, clearly, had a problem with _him_.

M'sar flinched slightly, startled that she was so angry more than anything. "Easy, easy." He held up both hands.

}:Do not be so angry with him.:{ Nazoth crooned softly to his huge golden dam. }:He is rough and sharp, but he is good, too. He loves me very much. There is so much love in him, I don't think he knows what to do with it.:{

"Hey!" M'sar said out loud before he caught himself. **Stop tellin' her personal shit!** He felt raw and exposed to have someone digging around inside him and finding things he didn't even know about himself.

}:He is right to love you, but he was wrong to insult my Sybana,:{ snarled Galgaith, utterly unplacated by M'sar's impression of a runnerbeast tamer, but with a modicum of patience for the dragonet. }:I do not know how she is to suck on your Impression, but he meant no good by it.:{

Sybana, for her part, was watching the exchange impassively. She had moved neatly back to avoid the surge of water, but otherwise made no move to encourage or dissuade the gold-- she didn't need to. Galgaith had felt her initial flash of affront and alarm, just as she now felt her fond approval through their bond.

}:He does not like yours for some reason,:{ Nazoth said. Then he asked his rider. }:Why do you not like Galgaith's rider?:{

M'sar tried to restrain his thoughts. **She said I wasn't good enough for a dragon.**

}:Of course you are good enough. I chose you.:{

"She told me I wasn't good enough to Impress," M'sar told the queen. "I wanted to rub it in her face." He looked up at the huge golden head and his tone softened. "But you . . . I have Nazoth because of you, so I . . . thank you."

Galgaith did not soften. If anything, the sound in her chest deepened-- no longer a sharp snarl, but a low, grinding rumble of displeasure that seemed to come from the stone beneath the lake as much as from her. It rolled outward, resonant enough to turn heads along the shore. }:He says he thanks me, but that he deliberately comes to upset my Sybana. That is not thanks. That is not respect.:{

}:Nazoth.:{ Her tail lashed through the shallows, sending a low wave slapping against the shore. }:Take him away.:{

Nazoth whimpered. }:But I wanted to see you!:{ He sat down in the lake and started to wail.

M'sar ducked around Galgaith and dropped to his knees to hug Nazoth. The sadness felt like his own and he fought against the urge to cry. **It's okay. It's okay.**

The air changed, for those that had the sense to feel it. Galgaith wasn’t accustomed to being denied and the little dragonet’s wailing stirred--not her maternal instincts, which were already drained from a month on the sands--but a regal rage.

It had not been a request.

Looming over boy and brown, she drew a deep breath. Deep enough to drag at M’sar’s clothes and hair, to pull the surface of the lake toward her in tightening ripples. Her chest swelled, vast and terrible, a gathering of will as much as air.

When she spoke again, her mindvoice rang out dark and dreadful. }:I said--:{

**Don’t.**

Yards away, clean and calm and dry, Sybana shook her head and Galgaith felt the warm bond-approval shift to something more complicated. She froze at once, mouth open to bellow, to drive the impudent pair from their presence. }:But he defies us,:{ she protested, her words only for her lifemate.

**He is young. He will not understand if you shoo him away now. Leave it. You made our point, darling. Go finish rinsing.**

The breath held in Galgaith’s chest shuddered, then bled out in a low, seething exhale that hissed through the cavern. Then she rumbled, a complaint and an assent, and pushed deeper into the lake.

M'sar watched the gold for a moment before looking up at Sybana. Conflicting emotions swirled inside him. He wanted to fight. That was what he'd done for Turns, how he'd survived alone in a world that hated him. He'd been selfish, because he had to be. But now there was Nazoth, and he mattered more than anything. More than M'sar's anger. More than his . . . pride.

"Please." The word seemed torn out of him. "It's not his fault. He's just a baby. I'll go way over there." He pointed vaguely toward the far end of the lake. "Let him stay."

“It's too late for that,” said Sybana tightly. For all her apparent calm, there was the faintest quaver in her voice-- there one moment and gone the next. She knew her gold. She had trusted her to obey, but-- “You aren't the only one managing the feelings of a young dragon. Do you even realize how badly things could have gone just now?”

Her gaze flickered from him to the young brown, in distress and despair. “You cannot malign me to my dragon and expect her favor. Galgaith told Nazoth to take you and go. She was not asking. If she repeats herself, she will not give him a choice. How far do you think he’ll run if she orders him away now?” To the barrack? Between? She dared not voice it. “If you care at all for your dragon then calm him and leave. Quickly.”

"Dragons don't hurt people." The quiver in his voice wasn't doubt, but the strain of managing both his and Nazoth's feelings. "Tomorrow or somethin' can he . . . can he talk to her?" Faranth, he was almost begging. Feck he hated this, but Nazoth was so _sad_. "I'll stay far away."

"Did you listen to a word I said? This isn't about trying to hurt anyone," Sybana snapped, the danger--the whole situation--making her irritable and, finally, blunt. "This about Nazoth not being scared /between/."

She felt, rather than saw, Galgaith glance back towards shore and she forced herself to take a calming breath. "Unless you're confident Nazoth understands the difference between 'leave now' and 'leave forever,' with an irate queen in his head... Please, just go."

Sybana held up a hand to forestall any protest. "_Maybe_ in a sevenday, or two. If she wishes it. _Go_."

M'sar didn't think Nazoth would be so easily scared /between/, but just the thought of losing him filled M'sar with cold dread. Besides, if Galgaith was going to keep being mean, Nazoth was just going to keep feeling sad. M'sar got to his feet and nudged his dragon. "Come on. Maybe you can go play with Mactallath. That would be fun, yeah?"

Nazoth's eyes still whirled yellow. }:I see him all the time. I wanted to see Galgaith,:{ he said quietly, though he started walking out of the lake.

Right now M'sar wanted nothing more in the world than to make Nazoth feel better. **I can see if maybe Reveroth can come play with you. Or Sebeth.**

The brown perked up a little. }:That would be fun.:{

**And I could get you a snack.**

}:Snack! Yes I am very hungry!:{ Nazoth said as if he hadn't just eaten a few candlemarks ago.

As they passed Sybana, M'sar resisted the urge to make a rude gesture. Even though he really, really wanted to.

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