See You On The Other Side
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Writers: Devin, Halyonix
Date Posted: 27th October 2025
Characters: M'sar, S'yen
Description: S'yen congratulates M'sar on his Impression.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 14 of Turn 12
Notes: Caution for swearing.
S'yen almost skipped the Hatching proper, mostly because he wanted to get ahead on the partying that would come after. But, when a certain turn of events happened, he was glad that he was there to witness it because there would now be no end to the needling he was going to give Mesarian. Or whatever name he was going to be called now.
"Thought you were gonna get a green," S'yen prodded as he caught the Holdless Candidate-turned-rider shortly after he showed up at the feast.
"So did I." Mesarian -- M'sar -- was still dazed from his Impression. It took him moment to focus on the bluerider. "Guess that makes us future competition." Then he leaned close and said in a low voice, "Might still let you catch me sometimes." He felt giddy, like he could do anything.
The bluerider immediately laughed, cutting. "Yeah right. Keep dreaming. And trust me, for the next few months, dreaming is about _all_ you're going to be able to do. Explaining morning wood to a baby dragon is an _experience_."
M'sar groaned. "Don't wanna think about how long it'll be." Nazoth was worth it, worth anything, but M'sar didn't know how he was going to make it.
S'yen shrugged both shoulders nonchalantly, as though it hadn't been him clawing at the sheets, internally dying to have those sexual restrictions lifted. "It goes by quicker than you think. And then you get to risk your life once a sevenday being a fucking hero or however you want to see it."
Thread. Terror that fell from the sky and _ate_ you, bones and all. "Everthing's got a price," M'sar said.
S'yen's laughter was again cutting but this time it was loud. "_That's_ such a blithe way to put it," he remarked. "You have no idea what you're going to be up against." But M'sar was right, even if S'yen wasn't going to admit that. Jenith made it all worth it. "Well, you've got a few months til you experience it. Better pay attention when they do /between/ training. No use dying there either. Not if we're going to be 'competitors'."
"Ain't planning on dying. You better not die, either. You're too pretty." M'sar blew him a kiss.
The bluerider's eyes lidded saucily. "Flattery won't get you through training." He snapped his fingers. "Keep your head in the game. Get through training." And then, an almost uncharacteristic pause as his expression softened. "It'll be worth it." Because when it came to Jenith, it totally was. S'yen might complain heavily about all of his responsibilities but he would fall on a blade for Jenith in a heartbeat.
"It already is. He loves me so much and I can _feel_ it." Nazoth would never abandon him. Never leave his heart in tatters while M'sar walked away from everything he'd ever known.
"Yeah, that doesn't get old," S'yen murmured, unaware of the contentedness wrapped in his tone for that brief moment. "Even the old retired ones still say that. In between complaining about the cold."
"Heard a lot of talk about it, but I still wasn't prepared." The moment Nazoth had filled his mind, M'sar had known he would never be the same. "You wanna dance?"
In an instant, S'yen's mannerisms changed. "Fuck no," he said sharply, back to his usual sarcastic, guarded self. "The only dancing I do is in the bedroom and that's off limits for you until further notice. Go find someone else to be awkward with." He tossed the rest of his drink back and left the cup on the table.
M'sar laughed incredulously. "It's just a dance. I ain't proposing, geez."
"The answer's still a no," S'yen answered pointedly. "Good luck with weyrling training, M'sar. See you on the other side." He flicked his hand dismissively towards the newly made weyrling and sauntered off to find his next plaything.
M'sar watched him go with frown. Shards, he was going to miss having sex with that stupid asshole.
Last updated on the November 2nd 2025