No Patience for Patience

Writers: Devin, Steel
Date Posted: 8th June 2026

Characters: R'zen, M'sar
Description: R'zen tries to work through something. It... doesn't entirely succeed.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 22 of Turn 13
Notes: Mentioned: O'rock, A'garyn, R'kiva

After days of rain and now a storm, Nazoth was more than a little restless, so M'sar suggested they go down to the winter lake. Funny how they were probably going to end up wet anyway, but the heated inner lake was far better than the cold rain outside -- not to mention the wind and lightning.

As they walked in, Nazoth spotted one of his favorite playmates. Bugling a greeting, he bounded toward Ibranth.

R'zen was fairly sure his nose was never going to work properly again, but at least the extra chores were _finally_ over and done with, _and_ he'd managed to keep his mouth shut, mostly avoided interacting with his classmates outside of lessons.

Ibranth needed a good bath, and R'zen had just resolved to make him look the best he'd ever looked when they spotted Nazoth approaching.

The blue wriggled, lifted a paw as if to rush toward Nazoth in turn-- but then froze, and sank back into the shallows. }:Hello, Nazoth.:{ he greeted. }:Mine has told me not to move until I am clean.:{

Nazoth considered that. }:Then we will play after you're clean.:{ He sat nearby, tail twitching.

"Hey," M'sar said with a nod.

Ibranth lowered himself further, laid his head down in the shallows to blow some bubbles in the water.

R'zen slanted M'sar a look, and then a nod, boots already off and pants rolled up as he waded into the water. No sense in getting wetter than he _had_ to be, with the weather outside as terrible as it already was. "... Hey." He grunted. "What d'you want?"

"Nazoth wants to play," M'sar said with a shrug. "He's got lots of energy to burn."

"Yeah?" R'zen eyed them both for a moment longer, then huffed. "Ibranth’s supposed to be getting bathed. I don't want him dirty right _after_, so they can play in the Lake, after." He added, a little stiffly. "I'm not getting in trouble _again_."

M'sar's eyes lit. "Oooh, what did you do?"

"None of your--!" R'zen started, then stopped himself, visibly took a deep breath. "... Got in a fight with O'rock." He said, finally, instead, and scooped some soapsand to wash Ibranth.

"You got in a _fight_?" M'sar asked with a mix of interest and surprise. "Over what?"

R'zen faltered, then his shoulders hunched. "... Don't wanna talk about it." He muttered. "O'rock was an idiot. ... And maybe I was too. A little."

"I got in a fight with Aegaryn -- A'garyn when we were Candidates cause K'valas was talkin' shit about me again and his stupid ass got involved," M'sar said.

R'zen made a face. "A'garyn is okay." He responded. "Ibranth got Talarcheth to play at least. I was a sharding wherry-brain, okay?" He said finally, tightly. "I got pissed at O'rock and Ibranth got pissed. There. I said it." His shoulders hunched, and his fists clenched, before Ibranth looked up, and deliberately shifted, shoving his head between R'zen and M'sar's line of sight.

}:Mine.:{ Ibranth said, simply. }:I would not leave you.:{

"Ain't a big deal. I mean, you didn't pull a knife on him or anything, right?" M'sar hadn't had a problem threatening K'valas with a blade, but he wouldn't do that now because if a rider got hurt, a dragon could get hurt and . . . "Oh. Were you worried Ibranth might get hurt or somethin'?"

"... Punched O'rock in the face." R'zen responded. "... He got me back. Ibranth was... really riled. Like... _really_."

He put all his effort into scrubbing at Ibranth’s shoulder for a moment. "... Weyrlingmaster said Ibranth could have been mad enough to... leave."

Nazoth crooned, wanting to soothe R'zen and Ibranth, and also to encourage his rider.

That mental nudge was enough to make M'sar say, "I got a blowjob when Nazoth was too young. He panicked and I got an earful from R'kiva about how he could've . . . "

Ibranth huffed, quietly. }:I did not like Mine being so upset.:{ he told Nazoth. }:We were very angry.:{

R'zen winced, internally, rested a hand on Ibranth’s jaw and rubbed. "Ibranth was my chance. The reason I'm not stuck at the Hold. I can't believe I almost... _wasted_ it, like that. Ibranth’s _mine_. I can't believe I was that sharding _dumb_."

"You got caught up." M'sar shrugged. "I _planned_ it. I knew I wasn't supposed to, the Weyrlingmasters warned us, and I did it anyway." Guilt clawed up from his stomach and squeezed his throat.

Nazoth's eyes turned slightly yellow and he sent love to his rider. }:I know you did not mean to hurt me. I don't even remember it.:{

R'zen scowled fiercely at Ibranth's hide, scrubbed harder for a moment before he exhaled. "I don't _get_ caught up." He muttered. "I know the rules too-- they told us no fighting. At the Hold, it was never like this."

"I only had myself to worry about for Turns. It's a feckin' adjustment, let me tell you." M'sar snorted.

"I'm not..." R'zen started. Stopped. "I don't even know. At the Hold, I mostly did whatever I wanted, and it was-- it was fecking _easy_. Too easy, half the time." He admitted. "But here... here I've got Ibranth. And I _want_ to stand out, I _want_ to be the best."

He stopped scrubbing, again, for a moment.

M'sar frowned. Nazoth studied R'zen. }:Maybe he needs a hug?:{

**Ugh, no.** Then he said, "You gonna cry about it or somethin'?"

R'zen's head snapped up, and he gave M'sar a half-hearted glower. "I'm not a _baby_." He retorted, stung by the words.

}:We are not babies!:{ Ibranth agreed, and stamped his forefeet.

Nazoth considered disagreeing -- Ibranth was much younger and smaller than him -- but he understood this would only upset him. }:You are fierce.:{

M'sar couldn't hear the little blue's comment, but the stomping made it clear Ibranth was getting upset. He reached a hand out toward him. "Hey, sorry."

}:I am VERY fierce!:{ Ibranth declared, with a snort. He eyed M'sar's outstretched hand, and then snorted again. }:Mine is fierce, too.:{ he told Nazoth, and turned his head to nudge at his rider.

"... I don't _cry_." R'zen scoffed. "You just gonna stand there and stare at me while Nazoth's waiting?"

M'sar's eyes narrowed and he almost made a comment, but he realized he might be ruining things for Nazoth if he kept making R'zen mad. "No." He turned and walked off.

Nazoth huffed a little at his rider's emotions and his difficulty relating to other humans. The brown came closer and gently nudged R'zen. }:Tell him he should not be sad. He takes very good care of you.:{

"... Thanks, Nazoth." R'zen said, after Ibranth relayed the message. "I'm... I'm not mad at your rider." He offered. "Tell him I'll meet him by the targets when I'm done with Ibranth’s bath."

Nazoth paused as he spoke with his rider. }:Throwing knives? Mine likes playing with sharp things,:{ he told Ibranth.

}:Mine has a lot of Feelings.:{ Ibranth responded. }:He says the knives might help.:{

}:M'sar has lots of Feelings too. He agrees to throwing knives.:{ Nazoth said. }:We can watch for a while, and then we'll play.:{

}:I would like to play.:{ Ibranth agreed. }:And Mine will feel better too.:{ He hoped.

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