Baby Fight Club

Writers: Devin, Steel
Date Posted: 31st March 2026

Characters: R'zen, M'sar
Description: Ibranth is himself. R'zen maybe makes a friend?
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 2 of Turn 13

Nazoth had eaten the day before and wasn't hungry, so M'sar took the opportunity to get a few more minutes of sleep. But he still had to drag himself out of bed to bathe Nazoth. As he trudged into the cavern, lugging the bathing supplies, his dragon's interest turned keen.

}:They are so little!:{

M'sar looked up to see several of the new baby hatchlings and he couldn't help a smile. **You used to be that small. Well maybe not _quite_ that small.**

Nazoth moved closer to the bright-eyed hatchlings and their sleepy riders. }:How could I have been that tiny? I am _big_!:{ It was true. Nazoth was about the size of a full-grown green already.

**You were always big, just . . . a smaller version. Your whole clutch was this little.**

Ibranth took one look at the big head encroaching on _his_ space and he squealed his outrage, stamped his feet and snorted. }:_My_ lake!!!:{ he declared, and rushed at the other dragon to try and push him away.

"Ibranth, wait!" R'zen blurted, lurched after him a little stiffly. "Shardit, Ibranth, the lake's for _everyone_!"

He caught the eye of the other weyrling. Was he the brown's rider? Ibranth didn't care, he was just excited and indignant all at once, R'zen could _feel_ it. It made him want to echo it.

He narrowed his eyes at the older weyrling instead. "Don't let your brown flatten Ibranth. He's a baby."

... Anything to avoid the water for a little bit longer. He was probably going to get his bandages all wet. And maybe this older weyrling had something he could learn.

Nazoth tilted his head and watched with amusement as the little blue bounced off him. }:It is not your lake.:{

M'sar glared. "He ain't gonna hurt him." Nazoth could be rough with some of his clutchmates, but he'd learned to be gentler with the smallest ones and those who didn't like roughhousing.

Ibranth stamped, and charged again... which of course sent him spinning off in a new direction. }:It should be!:{ the baby blue declared to both Nazoth and R'zen. }:Mine!!! Tell them it is _our_ lake!:{

R'zen couldn't help the snort that escaped. "I don't think it works like that, Ibranth." He responded. "But you can keep trying?"

A sidelong glance at M'sar, and then he huffed. "... Fair enough." He allowed. "Does... he mind if Ibranth keeps trying to roughhouse? At least it's not me. Or a smaller clutchmate."

"Nazoth thinks it's funny." M'sar watched the hatchling run into the much bigger brown like he was a wall.

}:Why do you think the lake belongs to you?:{ Nazoth asked. He brought a front paw up and nudged Ibranth as the angry blue came at him again.

Ibranth, naturally, went tumbling-- though he was on his paws again in a moment as he flung himself once more at the much bigger brown, eyes whirling in a mix of defiance and delight. }:It's mine because I'm here!:{ he announced with his finest logic.

R'zen slanted M'sar another sidelong look, amd then huffed slightly. "I... guess it _is_ kind of funny." He responded, reluctant. "He... really wants to win."

M'sar snorted a laugh. "Ain't gonna happen."

}:Well I am here now.:{ Nazoth gently knocked the little blue over again. He had some urge to dominate the younger, lesser dragon. How dare he try to claim the lake for himself! But also, Nazoth admired his spirit. }:So it is my lake, too.:{

"I'm not an _idiot_. Your dragon is massive." R'zen huffed. "Ibranth is the size of one of his legs, at best." He slanted M'sar another sidelong look, then smirked. "Not gonna make Ibranth stop, though. He's... having fun."

Indeed, the emotions that seeped back to R'zen from his blue were delight and a fierce determination to prevail.

Even rolled onto his back yet again, Ibranth kicked his feet in the air a few times before he righted himself. }:Not if I prevail!:{ the blue insisted, with a bugle that really came out as more of a squeal. He flung himself headlong at Nazoth again. }:You are a worthy lake foe!:{

"No biting, Ibranth!" R'zen called.

This time Nazoth used his head to push Ibranth onto his back. }:You will be a fierce Thread fighter.:{ He was still amused but his mindvoice was full of approval.

"Feisty, ain't he?" M'sar said.

}:I am fierce!!:{ Ibranth exulted, and righted himself once again, eyes whirling green and blue, his bath all but forgotten. }:I will be the fiercest!!:{ He made another charge.

R'zen huffed, despite himself, lifted a bandaged arm to run his hand through his hair almost sheepishly. "He's... yeah. I mean... You probably saw him _yesterday_." He responded, hesitated, then stuck said hand out. "R'zen. That's Ibranth."

M'sar hesitated too before finally taking R'zen's hand. "M'sar, and that's Nazoth. Did that happen at the Hatching?" He nodded toward the bandage. Watching from the Stands had been a very different experience from being down on the Sands as a Candidate. There'd been so much going on all at once, and so many more hatchlings -- three times as many as his class. He'd seen S'neik get his bronze, and Aegaryn (ugh) but he'd also missed a lot.

The blue weyrling shook his hand, a little stiffly, then let go.

"... Yeah." R'zen said, just a tad grudging, after a long moment. "... Ibranth. Twice." The third time didn't count. And he wasn't going to look like an _idiot_.

A pause, and then he added. "... Kind of hoping it'll scar. At least a little bit of it."

"Scars are cool." M'sar held up his arm to display the marks all over his skin.

Nazoth flopped onto his side and batted at Ibranth with a paw, the talons safely tucked away. He mused that Ibranth was so very unlike his cautious clutchbrother Oriveth.

The look R'zen gave M'sar was two parts impressed, one part vaguely jealous. He fidgeted with his own bandage again. "... Those _are_ cool." He admitted, grudging, with a glance down at his own arm. "All I got was some stupid scratches so far. A few bruises."

Ibranth squealed in fresh delight as the bigger dragon "fell" to his pouncing, and rushed in again. }:Mine!!! Mine!!! I am WINNING!!!!:{ He announced.

R'zen huffed. "Keep going like that and you'll fall asleep in the Lake." He told Ibranth. He could feel the blue's energy starting to flag. Ibranth _was_ only a day old.

R'zen was going to have to get his bandages wet, wasn't he? Shardit.

"Got these in fights and stuff." M'sar said. "But you can say you got mauled by a dragon."

Nazoth rumbled in amusement, finding he did not really mind if Ibranth thought he was winning. The blue had only just hatched, and it was good to encourage the young.

"Guess that's true." R'zen conceded. "... And hey, maybe these'll scar?" He added, glanced at M'sar again, then continued. "You're older. .... Got any tips on stuff we haven’t learned yet?" Anything to get ahead.

A pang of guilt went through M'sar. "Don't overfeed him."

R'zen eyed him, a moment, and then nodded. "... I've been trying not to." He offered. "Ibranth needs to have perfect form if we're gonna be top of our class."

M'sar was decidedly _not_ the top of his class. "Good luck." He wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

"... Thanks." R'zen responded, a little awkwardly.

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