Look What I Got

Writers: Corrin, Devin, Duskdog, Halyonix, Sia
Date Posted: 27th May 2025

Characters: M'sar, M'kadja, K'valas, Hesbia, N'dhavi, Yik
Description: Mesarian brags about his Search to the gang.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 16 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: R'bharra

M'kadja

Hesbia

N'dhavi

Mesarian walked up to the table that had been claimed by some of the
younger Holdless he usually ate with. “So. Got my hands on something
interesting.” He held up the Search token. “Ain’t that funny. Me,
Standing for one of their precious eggs.”

Akadja looked up from his breakfast, a piece of bread halfway to his
mouth. His mismatched eyes flicked from the token to Mesarian’s face.

“_That_ little thing lets you Stand?” he asked with a slow and growing
grin. “Didja filch it?”

Mesarian laughed. “Nah. A green dragon apparently thinks I have a good
chance at Impression, and it seems that’s all it takes. Her rider
handed this over. And then I took him for a ride.” He smirked.

Kavalas made a face and a disgusted noise.

“And you’re going to _do_ it?!” Hesbia hissed in shock. “The Standing
thing. I don’t give a whershit about the sex thing.”

Mesarian shrugged. “Maybe. Haven’t decided yet.”

“Are you sure you didn’t take him for a ride, _first_?” Naldhavi
asked, half-joking but also… contemplative. There were limits to what
he was willing to do, but knowing if someone could be bribed -- in one
way, at least -- was useful.

Yik side-eyed the token, considering what it meant. She had picked up
on a lot in her short time here so far, but it seemed so far-fetched
that one of their own could, possibly, ride a dragon -- or want to.
The whole concept of Impression seemed both terrifying and strangely
intriguing to someone who had long gone without forming close bonds.

“They’re in your head,” she said, pointing to her temple, as if that
explained the entirety of what she was trying to convey, even though
it was a bit of a non-sequitur at this particular moment in the
conversation. Her actual question remained unspoken: _are you sure you
would want that?_

"In his pants, at least." Kavalas added in a mumble.

Mesarian leaned toward him, eyes narrow. “You got a problem with who I screw?”

Kavalas didn't flinch. He met Mesarian's gaze head-on, elbows braced
on the table. "Ain't a brag to say you've been sleepin' with a rider.
Have some standards."

“Standards? We’re Holdless. If something good comes my way I’m not
gonna be fussy about it.” Mesarian scoffed. “You savin’ yourself for a
Lady Holder or somethin’?”

"For marriage, obviously." Kavalas said flatly. "Did you come by to
brag about being a slut or did you come to brag about getting
searched?"

“Why can’t it be both?” Mesarian said.

Naldhavi stretched a hand out to both Kavalas and Mesarian
placatingly. “Whoa whoa. I think we’re all focusing on the wrong thing
here. Sex is easy enough to get, whatever you’re into. A Search token
is _not_. What’d you do, Mesarian? It really just took some dragon
saying ‘yes, that guy there’? What’s the rider’s name?”

Mesarian realized he had information. _Valuable_ information. “What’ll
you give me to tell you?”

Naldhavi wasn’t _surprised_, exactly -- extorting is what he would
have done, too -- but still dismayed. “I can find out other ways, you
know. It’s not _that_ valuable. But I might be willing to negotiate…
since us holdless need to stick together here, and all. Do you have
something in mind?”

Mesarian looked him over. “How about a tumble?”

“Will you just answer the question?” Hesbia snapped in annoyance. Not
that she really _wanted_ to be Searched -- who would want to be a
dragonrider -- but listening to them bicker and dance around the
subject was irritating.

“Give it away for free?” Mesarian scoffed. “You can give me . . .” He
considered. “A mark if you want to know so bad.”

Naldhavi gave Mesarian a quick up and down glance and snorted. “No
thanks, bud. You’re not my type. And I’m not looking for some
dragonrider’s sloppy seconds, anyway. Eighth-mark.”

“Half mark,” Mesarian countered.

“Quarter mark,” Hesbia interjected. “Just to shut you up.”

“Deal.” Mesarian held out his hand. “Pay up.”

Naldhavi crossed his arms over his chest and glanced as Hesbia.
“That’s _your_ quarter-mark.”

Hesbia rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she growled as she fished out a
quarter mark. She practically threw it at Mesarian and then went back
to her meal.

Mesarian snatched it up. “R'bharra. And his green is Reveroth.”

Naldhavi turned those names over in his mind several times, just to
commit them to memory. Nothing worse than fumbling a name at the wrong
time. He opened his mouth, instinct pushing him to ask for more
information, to wring out anything about the rider that he could, but
no -- Mesarian would just want more marks, and there was no point when
the name alone was the most important thing.

He glanced over and met Akadja’s eyes silently and the brothers shared
a grin. They could be Searched by the end of the sevenday, if they
played their cards right.

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