Our Scars Remind Us The Past Is Real

Writers: Aaron, Devin
Date Posted: 21st April 2025

Characters: M'sar, R'bharra
Description: A green dragon takes a keen interest in Mesarian.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 13 of Turn 12
Notes: Meet Mesarian, everyone! And possibly Aaron's new foster fail.

Reveroth had been eyeing that one ever since the caves. R'bharra had
not told any of them, not while they were mounting the rescue. But
long, long ago, someone had saved him, too. Back before the Weyrs came
back. Reveroth knew she had lived during that time, but she could not
truly remember it. She rarely remembered much. But this boy was stuck
on her mind. She liked him very much.

Perhaps it was because he reminded her of R'bharra. They looked like
they could have been related. They had the same dark hair. The same
eyes. They both had scars. Reveroth could not remember where R'bharra
had gotten his. Maybe from Thread. Some from Thread. Others maybe from
before.

But in the end, it was not the similarity in physical appearance that
drew her to him. They _felt_ similar.

**You want to go see him, don't you?**

}:How did you know?:{

**I felt the way he drew your eye. Go on. See what he does. I'll head
over to meet you.**

Reveroth landed not far -- but not _too_ close -- to the boy and then
waddled closer to him as though she were being rather sneaky. It was
difficult for a dragon to sneak. Especially when they were out in the
open anyway.

It was hard not to be nervous around something so much larger than
himself -- and with huge teeth and claws. But after several days at
the Weyr, Mesarian had gotten used to seeing dragons everywhere. Well,
somewhat used to it. The waddling green dragon looked odd enough that
a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Reveroth's eyes whirled deep blue at the smile. Yes, this one was very
good. She dipped her head to him like a bow of greeting.

Despite himself, Mesarian felt his smile widening. He reached out a
hand, offering it like he would for a canine or feline to sniff.

Reveroth gently pressed the end of her snout against the young man's
hand and then lowered her head, pointing her head knobs at him, hoping
for a bit of a pat and a scratch.

Mesarian rubbed at the head knobs the way he would an animal's ears.
Her head was nearly the size of his entire body but she was clearly
not going to eat him, and he also didn't have to worry about her
following him around asking for food, the way he would if he gave in
to the temptation to pet a canine. "Why are you coming to me?" he
asked quietly. "Are you that desperate for attention?"

Reveroth rumbled with happy pleasure and then with draconic laughter
at Mesarian's question.

"She likes you," said R'bharra as he arrived to meet them. "You remind
her of me when I was younger."

Mesarian tensed and stepped back. His hand went for a knife, but he
stopped short of touching the handle. "What do you want?"

R'bharra recognized that mistrust. It brought back a whole host of
memories he was not sure whether he wanted to forget.

"I'm just here for her." He motioned with his head toward the dragon.
"To translate."

The holdless man lowered his hand. "You're her rider." He looked back
over at the green, his gaze softening a fraction. "Why does she like
me?"

"Her name is Reveroth. I'm R'bharra," he introduced himself and his
dragon. "You could Stand, if you wanted to. Become a Candidate. She
thinks you'd be especially good for it, considering how she came to
you on her own."

"_Me_?!?" Mesarian stared at the rider. "A Candidate?" Treacherous
thoughts rose up, old childhood dreams, and he tried to stamp them
out.

"If I could do it, why couldn't you?" R'bharra shrugged. "Reveroth has
a very good eye for these things. Ours go on to Impress more often
than quite a few others I've known. And even if you don't, you can
still stay."

Stay. Mesarian swallowed. He could live here, in a place with infinite
food and permanent shelter. A place where he could flirt openly
without having to worry about pulling a knife to defend himself. He
wanted to touch the dragon again and resisted for a moment. He didn't
want to seem too eager, too soft. But there was no harm in petting a
dragon, and all pleasures should be savored. He rubbed Reveroth's
head, enjoying the feeling of smooth, warm hide against his hand. "You
think I could Impress a pretty green like her?"

Reveroth hummed happily at the attention.

"I think you could." R'bharra smiled. There were plenty of greens to
go around. Of course, few of them were quite as pretty as Reveroth.

As he kept petting the dragon, Mesarian gave her rider an assessing
look. "You like men?"

"No, but I'm attracted to them anyway." R'bharra let a little grin tug
at the corner of his lips.

Mesarian laughed and his expression eased. "You want to go for a
tumble and then tell me more about how this Search thing works?"

"I think you'll fit right in here." R'barra climbed up onto Reveroth's
neck with practiced ease and then reached down to offer Mesarian a
hand up.

There was no hesitation in him now as Mesarian took the offered hand
and climbed up -- inelegantly but with determination -- to sit beside
R'bharra. Part of him desperately wanted to fit in, but another part
insisted that this was all too good to be true. "I'm Mesarian, by the
way, of nowhere and nothing. So you know what name to scream."

R'barra gave a hearty chuckle. This kid was definitely going places.

"It's good to meet you, Mesarian."

"And a pleasure to meet you, R'bharra of green Reveroth." Worries
could wait. What mattered now was a hot dragonrider and a warm bed.

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