Discord Runs Deep
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Halyonix, Heather
Date Posted: 26th June 2025
Characters: Yasmeane, X'eri, Saibra, I'serin, M'rdin
Description: A scuffle between Dragonsfall and River Bluff dragonriders requires attention from the Weyrleaders
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 20 of Turn 12
Notes: Pre-Wing name changes
M’rdin hated it when someone took his spot. Yes, his Wing wasn’t eating together right now but it was still _their_ table (mostly) and someone was sitting at it. Alone, yes, but that wasn’t the point. “You aren’t Cobalt Wing,” he pointed out rudely as he sat a few paces down.
Yasmeane stiffened when she realized the man was talking to her. “Sienna’s table is full,” she gestured with her fork. “Refugees,” she said the word with a derogatory tone. The greenrider glanced around the table pointedly. “Besides, it doesn’t look as if you have any friends joining you.”
The bluerider scowled at her tone. Did he hear a snide emphasis on the word ‘friends’ too? “Maybe they’re on their way,” he answered. Probably lying, but he wasn’t going to give her the win. “And what do you have against refugees?” he asked with growing heat. He was a refugee from River Bluff! Did she think the same about him?
“Besides the fact that they take up space, eat our food, and are a general nuisance? Nothing I guess.” The greenrider shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll be glad when they’re gone. Dragonsfall was much better before they got here.”
He knew that she was talking about the Holdless, but he couldn’t help but feel like maybe she was talking about River Bluff riders too in some way. “You feel that way about other refugees?” he asked hotly. “Even ones that came on dragon wings because of an earthquake?”
Yasmeane’s brow furrowed. “Are you dumb or something?”
M’rdin reared back, offended. “Dumb? No! The feck gave you that idea?!”
“Well, the look on your face, for one, and the way you keep asking me ridiculous questions.” She stabbed a fingerroot with her fork.
“You’re the one insinuating that all refugees do is take up space!” He stabbed his chest with his thumb. “_I’m_ a refugee! River Bluff was my _home_! And I’ve spent the last five Turns trying to prove myself here, with you ungrateful riders!”
Yasmeane held up both hands with a look of exasperation. “If you’ve been here for _five Turns_ then you’re _not_ a ‘refugee’! River Bluff’s gone! Get over it! It’s not coming back! Boohoo!”
It was the ‘boohoo’ that set him off. “Leave off, you bitch! People _died_ in that quake! I lost _family_ in that quake! And you just shrug it off with a ‘boohoo’?” The volume of his words could not be ignored. Other conversations stopped. People began to wonder if someone needed to intervene because M’rdin certainly showed no signs of shutting up. “Easy for you to say, never having to face loss like that! You privileged little Dragonsfall riders!”
X’eri had no idea what he was striding into… Well, he had _some_ idea because he could see the defensive set of Yasmeane’s shoulder and the white-hot, livid rage on M’rdin’s face.
**Oh boy.** He read the word ‘bitch’ rather clearly on M’rdin’s lips. And calling women names just wasn’t something he’d been raised to let slide - true or not.
[What’s the problem?] The words were signed to Yasmeane, but his eyes were drilling a hole into M’rdin.
[This jerk] a rude hand gesture easily understood by _everyone_ accompanied this, [is trying to pick a fight about being a River Bluff Rider. I didn’t do anything! I was just minding my own business and trying to eat!]
While X’eri highly doubted Yasmeane was as innocent as she made out, he didn’t immediately turn on her. After all, she was ‘his project,’ given to him by Saibra to try and help her integrate into the Weyr better. (**And here I thought we’d been making progress.**)
He waited for M’rdin to speak. Which didn’t take long, given that the bluerider could see that he was being talked about but didn’t know enough of the signing language to figure out anything more than the universally crude gestures being used. “Hey! If you have something to say about me, say it to my face!” M’rdin snapped at both riders.
Yasmeane whirled on M’rdin. “I told him what a shardin’ jerk you are! And frankly, with that mug of yours, I wouldn’t know your face from a wherry’s arse!”
With the greenrider’s back to him, X’eri had no idea what Yasmeane was saying, _again_, but her clenched fists and stiff posture weren’t promising.
M’rdin’s response was incoherent and instantaneous. He launched himself at Yasmeane, intending to push or punch her, whichever his hands formed into first.
X’eri inserted himself between M’rdin and Yasmeane and found a fist connecting with his jaw. Perhaps it was somewhat fortunate that he could not hear Yasmeane’s screech and the uproar this caused with the dragonriders seated around them - some native Dragonsfallers and others from River Bluff.
The noise was enough to draw Saibra and I’serin’s attention where they sat.
}:Isaroth’s and Kohath’s are involved,:{ Chioneth informed her, the tone of her voice matching Saibra’s mental sigh. Those two.
“Let’s go see what we can do,” Saibra said to I’serin. The bronzerider followed her, holding up his hand to stand down other riders who were looking to intervene.
**Call off Kohath’s rider,** he thought to Aluneth, letting his dragon deal with his fellow metallic. Not a fan of wading into a fight but realizing that his rank gave him no excuse, I’serin gripped the back of M’rdin’s tunic and shouted, “Hold!”
X’eri drew up short the moment his Wingleader, who also happened to be the Weyrwoman, stepped in front of him. She did not look amused.
[Sorry?] he signed with one hand.
Saibra’s eyebrows flattened. “Yasmeane, go to my office and take X’eri with you. I’ll deal with the both of you in a moment.”
“But Weyrwoman, he-”
“Now, greenrider,” Saibra said in a clipped tone.
M’rdin, in the meanwhile, sputtered and tried to shrug I’serin off. “That bitch was calling us River Bluff riders a waste of food!” he snapped. I’serin highly doubted that was the case but he released M’rdin rather than keep him restrained. “I knew it! All of this time, these Dragonsfall riders are just-”
“Enough!” I’serin shouted with steel in his tone. M’rdin glowered at the young Weyrleader, who wondered how best to handle this. Had the presence of the Holdless really ramped up the tensions between riders this badly? He had thought that Turns of living at Dragonsfall would have doused the flames of resentment but apparently some of them still simmered enough to ignite.
Taking a cue from Saibra, I’serin told M’rdin, “I will speak with you in my office.” The bluerider muttered unhappily under his breath but started walking in that direction. “I did not think we had another trouble brewing,” I’serin remarked in a low tone to the Weyrwoman.
“At this point, Weyrleader, when _don’t_ we have trouble brewing?” Saibra said dryly before following Yasmeane and X’eri out of the Dining Cavern.
Last updated on the July 15th 2025