Can you go easy on B'miel?

A case of mistaken identity.


Ista Weyr - Southern Bowl
Compared to that of other weyrs, Ista's bowl is small, and incomplete - northwards, one wall was blown clear away several millenia ago, leaving the view clear towards the plateau, the jungles, and the ocean beyond that. Somewhat elliptical, the breadth of the bowl seems to run Northwest to Southeast, the bustling epicentre of the weyr being here, towards the southwest. Several large entrances have been dug into the great bowl walls here - north east are the hatching grounds, south the Living Caverns, these being the two largest caverns in the weyr.

To the east, a small entrance leads in to the ground weyrs - the ledges of these line the bowl wall above, often filled with dragons of gold or bronze; westwards is another ledge, but with a staircase built into the wall, allowing access to the Sable Sands. The infirmary is located towards the southwest.

The southern end of Ista Weyr's bowl is often a busy place with people coming and going too and from the many locations that lead off of it. Most notably perhaps being the living caverns and the Sands of course. Its away from the flow of people however that Zorya is found, near the wall where there's no worry of being in the way of dragons who might be trying to land and take off from the more open areas. The harper hums quietly to herself as she practices the placement of her feet in a precise dance, yet somewhat lazy dance.

Leslyn is out for a walk, though there is actually something of a purpose to her path - maximum bowl coverage while muttering time. An old and fading bruise lines one side of her jaw, and she has a slight limp as she walks, definitely favouring her right leg. Partially across the bowl she pauses, lifting one foot from the ground and flexing the ankle, then on she heads, her path now taking her towards Zorya's part of the bowl.

Zorya isn't particularly paying all that much attention to her exact path of movement, more of it being focused on her steps than where they lead. A smooth turn on her toes changes things though. The spin bringing her around to where blue eyes catch sight of the approaching junior and the girl drops out halfway through, resting toes of the foot that had been raised on the ground. "Afternoon," she offers with a soft smile towards the woman, a touch of uncertain hesitation tinging the greeting. Then again with recent relations between the gold rider and the girl's uncle it might not exactly be uncalled for.

Leslyn does her best to not show that she was startled by the greeting, pausing mid-mutter to offer a quiet, "Hi." It's only when she starts to move on again that she looks at Zorya properly, and for a second there's a curious look comes over her face as if she's trying to place her. There's a second of obvious hesitation, Leslyn even going so far as to turn away from the girl a little and then turn back, before she asks, "Can I ask you something?"

Just a soft, subtle smile to go along with the singular and polite greeting. As the woman moves to continue on, Zorya moves to back to the careful placement of feet on the ground. The turn which was ended prematurely is first to be finished. Or, it would have been if the other had continued walking rather than turning back with that question. As it is however, the harper twirls full circle to end up where she'd begun only a second before. "Ah.. don't know that Ah'd have an answer.." she replies, clearly confused by question, but the reply leaves her rather open to asking.

Leslyn soldiers ahead, something which she will most likely come to regret later. "This is going to maybe sound a little dumb but…" She pauses, trying to think of the best way to put this so that she's not coming across as being too agressive. "Can you go easy on B'miel? I know he's not exactly the most sensible of people, but he is a nice guy. it's just… buried a bit deeper than most people." It seems there's a case of mistaken identity going on here.

Zorya blinks, unsure of what exactly to say to that. Another blink in silence as she tries to place the name of the rider. Failing that she replies by repeating the name, "B'miel? … Ah dun think Ah know him." the girl admits, clearly confused by the request. "Are ya sure ya have the right person?" she finally ventures to wonder aloud. While she lacks the distinctive nose of her family group, the accent does cling to more than a few of her words.

Leslyn blinks back, now openly staring at Zorya. "You… not Sulisah?" The look on her face could only be read as 'please say you are', a cross between hope and embarassment. "I just… you see I… Okay, I'm just going to stop there before the bowl actually does open up and eat me. Forget I said anything." She waves a hand, trying to erase the topic completely.

"No…?" Zorya replies, almost hesitant to say just that. The woman continues though and the girl just shakes her head, "Oh, no. Its alright." she assures, "Consider it forgotten." A moment passes in relative silence before she thinks to offer her name. "Ah'm Zorya, Ma'am." Since there does seem to have been considerable confusion on identity having taken place thus far.

"Oh." Leslyn blinks, then looks again. "Oh. Right." She seems to be completely at a loss for words, thankfully through embarassment rather than a reluctance to talk to the younger girl. "I'm sorry, I… It's one of those days. One of those weeks actually. Sorry, Zorya." How to fix this one? Pretend it didn't happen. "So… um… you're well then?"

A smile returns, pulling at the corner of the girl's lips as if to silently say that it's quite alright. "Days like that happen ta everyone." she replies, hoping to reassure the weyrwoman that there are no hard feeling due to the mistaken identity. A nod pairs with words for reply to the question, "Yes, Ma'am." A quick glance towards the ground as the teen shifts position, "Ah hope things start going better for ya." she offers returning her blue-eyed gaze to the woman in front of her.

Leslyn chuckles slightly, her own smile a little lopsided thanks to the lingering bruising, "They'll get better, they'll get worse. Hopefully not too dramatic though. Had enough of that for a while. You don't need to do the ma'am thing, by the way. That's for Sharix." This time her grin's a bit bigger, a lot more relaxed. "So what are you up to, or shouldn't I ask?"

"Yes, Ma-," Zorya catches herself. "Yes," paired with a singular nod to the woman. No ma'am. She'll try. The question seems to catch her off guard and she blinks, a questioning look flickering across her features. "Right.." Now? One might guess to be the rest of the query, but that' cut short by a slight shake of her head as the teen returns the smile given her. "Ah was just practicing a few things is all." A subtle rose blush creeping to her cheeks as she glances once again towards.. well anywhere but at Leslyn.

Leslyn nods, "I had been hoping you were going to say nothing, then I could have borrowed you, but practicing is good." As the conversation heads rapidly into the 'awkward silence' category, she nods. "Practicing is always good." Another gap in conversation, another search for words. "So… yeah. I guess I should go, leave you to practice."

Zorya nods, searching for words herself in that awkward silence between either of them having anything to say. "Some people say Ah practice too much…" she offers hesitantly, pausing overly long before her next comment. "Its good yeah," there she must agree, "But, a break never hurts." she quickly adds, curiosity of what she might be 'borrowed' for perhaps getting the better of her. "Can always practice later."

Leslyn was almost ready to make her escape, but then comes that offer. "Are you sure? It's nothing exciting really, it's just I need to go and speak to someone up at the Hold, but we need an update on the dragons in the infirmary? Would you mind? It shouldn't take too long, just need to get someone to write it up and then drop it in to Sharix?"

"Of course," Zorya replies almost too quickly. "Shouldn't take too long to get a list to her anyway," she adds once the task's details have been revealed. "Besides, practice will still be there tomorrow." A line it sounds as if she's heard a time or two before in others speaking of her. "Its no trouble, really." A smile pulls at the corners of her lips a bit more, as if that should make her acceptance of the task all the more sincere. "… Are you sure everything's alright though?" The question meaning on a more personal level rather than the request at hand by the tone behind the words.

"That it will." Leslyn agrees, looking rather relieved that she's not to be the one making the trip to the infirmary. Her head tilts a little, curious at the question, "Sure, things are fine. Better. And once everyone can relax about this dragon thing, they'll be better still." She pasues a second, then nods, "And your uncle and I called a truce, so you don't need to worry about that either."

Zorya nods given the answer. "Glad ta hear it." she replies, smile flickering back into place. "About both," she goes on to clarify, "Things being fine," which she's not sure she exactly believes 100% just yet, "And bout you and Uncle L'ton. That ya worked things out and all." This of course leads to another bout of awkward silence as she's not sure what to say. A moment passes before she nods again, just once, the action slight itself. "Right then.. I should probably be getting to the infirmary…"

Leslyn nods, "Makes life a lot easier. Besides, I'd run out of errands for him." It's a vague attempt at a joke, but a little flat. Anothe nod folows, "I should go as well, need to get changed and… things. Thanks, by the way. I really do appreciate it." With another nod she turns and starts to head off, though pauses after going a short distance and turns back. "Zorya? If you do see Sulisah… don't say anything about… earlier."

Zorya chuckles lightly. Whether it was truly meant as a joke or not the girl still finds it somewhat amusing. She too turns to head off, in the opposite direction of the weyrwoman. At her name she turns back, a look of questioning being sent towards the woman, a simple nod following her request. "Of course not," she agrees. There will be no word of it from her lips.

Leslyn just nods in reply, though there is a definite look of relief on her face. After a moment she turns and heads off properly.

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