Is He Stupid?
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, Sia
Date Posted: 21st September 2025
Characters: Nosarre, C'uren
Description: C'uren is excited for his Wing placement. Nosarre is not.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 27 of Turn 12
Notes:
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“Nosarre! Nosarre, my friend! Wait up!” C’uren’s ebullient voice could be heard as Nosarre exited the Dining Hall that morning, calling her to stop.
Nosarre pretended that she didn't hear him and kept walking, hoping against all past experience that he would lose interest and bother someone else. Or that he'd notice that she quickened her pace into a brisk walk.
It did not work.
“You are quick, my friend, but not quick enough!” he said in an annoyingly teasing voice. “Isn’t this exciting?! We’re in the same Wing together! Roeth is _very_ excited to be point for Kiziolth. He likes her. He will protect her, no need to fear there, my friend!”
She wished he would protect her by taking a patch of Thread to his face.
}: You do not.:{ Kiziolth murmured, and Nosarre had to grudgingly admit that no, she didn't really, but she wouldn't have minded something to get him to stop.
"Thrilling." She said in an insouciant tone. She didn't slow down. "What do you want?"
“To talk to my new Wingmate! Are you not happy to be graduating? To be assigned to a Wing? To be up there, _fighting_?” A look of fierce elation crossed his face. “We’ll be heroes! Saving Pern on a sevenday basis!”
"Bully for you." Nosarre said flatly. Of course he didn't get the hint. He never did. Men like C’uren rarely heard what wasn’t the echo of their own enthusiasm. "All that work for barely two candlemarks a sevenday. What a thrill." Bravery had never been the point. She'd known becoming a greenrider was a possibility, but in her ambition she hadn't thought a green would want to tie themselves to someone who didn't want them.
“You do not sound so thrilled with that, my friend,” C’uren remarked with a shit-eating grin. “Are you not excited to be able to explore Pern at your whim? Is Kiziolth so eager to be grounded and not sail through the clouds like seas? Or,” and he winked as he said this, “lead her suitors on a merry chase through said clouds?”
Nosarre stopped dead in her tracks, spun on her heel, and glared at him. “C’uren. For once in your short life. Stop. Talking. I don't care that you're in my Wing, or that Roeth is 'very excited', or that you think facing Thread is some fanciful story. I _especially_ don't care for you telling me that I should be happy to be public sport for men like you.
“You want a cheerful Wingmate? Find one somewhere else. I’m not it.” And with that, Nosarre turned sharply again and continued walking.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, sorry, Nosarre friend. I thought you would find it a joke! To lighten the stress of joining a Wing,” C’uren said hurriedly as he caught up to her. He lightly gripped her arm to stop her. “Please don’t be mad with me. I’m excited to be up there with you.”
His hand on her arm made her blood boil. Nosarre jerked against it, glaring at him with a ferocity that _should_ have sent him away. She wanted to slap him. Faranth, she wanted to. It would feel good. A line drawn on his cheek that might, for once, make him listen.
But a slap would be a spectacle, and a spectacle would only give gawkers a show and they'd talk about Nosarre's temper, not C'uren's offense.
She settled instead for stepping closer to him so they were eye-to-eye. "We are _not_ friends. And if you ever lay a hand on me again, you won't like what happens next. Do you understand?"
Blessedly, C’uren let go, holding both of his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, Nosarre friend. I didn’t mean any harm. I was just excited! I thought you would be too. It’s a big deal, what we’re doing, and I thought we could be friends as we start this new thing together.”
"How many times do I need to tell you? We are _not_ friends." Nosarre repeated heatedly. "Get away from me."
Roeth made a worried wine in C’uren’s head. }: Let’s not upset Kiziolth’s rider please? :{
“Okay, okay, I yield, I yield,” the brownrider said in a mollifying tone. Shells, she was feisty! But weren’t most greenriders like that? That’s what made them fun! “You’ve made it clear. I won’t bother you, friend. I’ll keep watching your back though up there. We’re Wingmates now!”
"I don't care. Go away." Nosarre snapped. She turned sharply on her heel and walked away.
}: Does your rider enjoy upsetting her? Or is he stupid? :{ Kiziolth asked Roeth.
Roeth wasn’t entirely sure how to answer that question.
Last updated on the October 3rd 2025