Remember the Name

Writers: Devin, Halyonix
Date Posted: 3rd June 2025

Characters: M'sar, S'yen
Description: Mesarian meets his new best frenemy S'yen
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 11 of Turn 12

S'yen

Notes:
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Jenith was patiently waiting for S'yen to grab a snack, sitting with
his tail curled around his feet, watching people come and go with
casual interest. He was large enough to ride but still small enough to
approach, which is probably why someone walked over to him, curious.

Mesarian looked him up and down. "Haven't met you yet," he said with a
hint of interest. "He yours? You one of them weyrlings, then?" A blue
meant he had a chance.

S'yen bit into his fruit and eyed Mesarian back. "Yeah, he's mine. And
yeah, we're weyrlings. He'll get double this size." Jenith lowered his
head to inspect Mesarian closely. "You new here?"

"Holdless," Mesarian said. "Got Searched, too, but I haven't said yes
yet." He held a hand out toward Jenith. Any hesitation he had around
dragons had faded over the last month.

As Jenith tilted his head to sniff at Mesarian's hand, S'yen said,
"Huh. Guess they'll take anyone as a Candidate nowadays. Why are you
waiting to say yes?"

"Cause it means rules. A _schedule_," Mesarian said with disgust.

"Yeah, I wasn't a fan of that either," S'yen agreed. He pointed
casually at Jenith. "But he makes it all worth it. And when you're
done with training, you get lots of time to do your own thing. Outside
of Wing practice and Threadfall and that shit."

"Yeah everyone says a dragon is worth it." The corner of Mesarian's
mouth turned up as he looked at the blue. "But there ain't eggs yet so
I've got plenty of time."

"Good, you can get settled in then. There's lots of things different
about the Weyr. Mostly in good ways but I guess you coming from
Holdless, that's gonna be a lot more to learn. You get kicked out for
stealing or something?"

Mesarian pressed his lips together, debating. Sometimes he told people
he'd killed his father because it made people think twice about
crossing him, but murder was probably not going to go over well at the
Weyr. "For screwing a guy."

S'yen grunted. "Yeah, that shit almost got me too," he said in a low
tone. Except that S'yen would not have gotten kicked out. He would
have chosen something far more permament and less...well, he had
Jenith now. He wasn't going to dwell on the decisions he almost made.
"But hey, you're in a place where guys screw guys, girls screw girls.
We just go all ways here. You'll fit right in. So long as you don't do
any other shady stuff. You know, like other Holdless do."

Mesarian narrowed his eyes. "We do what we gotta to survive." The
always-ready desire to fight rose, but the rest of what S'yen had said
caught his attention. "You holdbred then? And you messed around with
boys there?"

"Yes but no," S'yen answered. "Wanted to. But I knew it was going to
get me in deep whershit. I knew I was already different, that I didn't
want to be a farmer like my father. I tried everything to try to
change me and it only made it worse. Running away didn't work either.
They just found me and hauled me back. So you can bet that when a
dragonrider offered to take me here in Search, I jumped at that. I'd
take Threadfall over whatever life I wasn't going to have at the
Hold."

"I . . . think I'd take Threadfall over being holdless," Mesarian
said. "It's just all the shardin' rules and havin' people boss you
around. Used to doing what I want when I want." He put his hands in
his pockets. "Never did try to change myself, not really. I didn't
_want_ to like girls. Just wished . . . everyone else was different, I
guess." That his family and the other holders could just accept him as
he was.

S'yen shrugged. "You get used to the rules. It's a decent trade off
for having the other freedoms, honestly. Besides, there's this one
Wing -- Cyan -- that throws the _best_ parties. Can't be beat.
Scantily clad green and blueriders everywhere."

"Oh yeah, one of the guys I slept with mentioned the Cyan parties. I
need to get in on those." Though maybe they wouldn't want a holdless
man there.

The bluerider's eyes narrowed possessively. "Who?"

Mesarian thought for a moment. The names were starting to run
together. "Uh . . . J'shov. Why? Worried I banged your boyfriend?"

"Oh him? Wow, okay, nevermind, he was pretty bad in bed," S'yen
remarked. "Fell asleep right after."

Mesarian shrugged. "I thought he was fine. Maybe he's better at taking
it. Got to sleep in a nice warm bed, too, instead of in this mess." He
hooked a thumb toward the tents.

S'yen grunted. "Guess that's a plus. Figured you'd be used to this
weather though. Well, if you come across a greenrider named Th'let,
he's even worse. Braggart and unimaginative. You'd be better off with
your hand."

The holdless man laughed. "What about you? You up for a good roll in
the furs?" He didn't have plans for the night yet.

Now it was S'yen's turn to make an unhappy sound. "I feckin' wish.
Weyrlings can't have sex 'til their dragon is old enough. I gotta wait
a few more sevendays. It's _torture_, trust me."

"Wait, not at _all_?" Mesarian stared.

"Nope."

Once he got over the horror, Mesarian laughed. "Sucks to be you! You
might have a fancy dragon and all, but I get to screw men to my
heart's content."

S'yen made an ugly face. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder. I can tell
we're going to be great friends because of that," he said
sarcastically.

"Don't have any anyway." Mesarian said with an amused smile.

"Sucks to be you."

Mesarian made a rude gesture, but he couldn't help a little smile. "I like you, and you're cute. Come look me up when you can bend over for me. Name's Mesarian."

Snarkily, the other guy replied with, "S'yen. Just so you know which name to scream whenever I do come over."

Mesarian's smiled widened. "I definitely like you." Maybe at the Weyr, he _could_ have friends. It had been so sharding long. Although the last time he'd thought he had a friend . . . No. Mesarian pushed that thought away. "S'yen. I'll remember."

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