Shandraive. Shorten it as you like.

Ista Weyr - Resident's Hallway
To one side there are private rooms and small apartments for families, the other side contains the dormatory for single residents. The long hallway is naturally shaped, a shelf runs along the top of the wall, aproximately 9 feet off the ground and about 2 feet from the ceiling. On the shelf there are all kinds of things that different headwomen have collected over the centuries and used to decorate this hallway.

Zippy. Well some call her that but this morning it moreso describes her mood. Skippy, too. She nearly bounces out her door and into the hallway, all smiles, the rumble of her belly dragging her from bed and her room to seek out food, eventually anyway. She hums softly as she pulls her long hair back and starts to braid, while walking, a tie clenched in her teeth until she needs it.

"Zipalla," Zorya's voice comes from just down the hall as she makes her own way towards the caverns for what would be assumed to be breakfast given the time of day. Her entrance to the hall is from the craft area rather than one of the rooms that line the hall or the dormitory at the end. The name a way to catch her cousin's attention followed by a gentle twirl on one foot that brings her closer to the other girl as she steps out of it. "Want me ta get that?"

Shandraive doesn't skip, he stumbles. Bleary-eyed, hair barely combed and dragging his feet like the he's hauling stones, in fact — it doesn't look like a good morning, particularly for someone usually so chipper. He rubs at a livid purple bruise on his upper arm, looking vaguely contemplative. "So, in inches, how much of my hide would they flay off if I were a bit late to work on account of breakfast?" he asks the people closest to him.

Zipalla's head snaps up at the sound of her name and she turns, grinning around her mouthful of ribbon. "Mmmhrmmm…" she says with a nod, pausing, holding her braid where it is. Pale eyes lift to Shandraive and she tilts her head, a brow lifting, "Drrrprrrnds uhf oo get cot oh noh.." she answers. She notes the bruises and waits, best not to try names til she can actually speak.

Zorya laughs lightly, taking hold of the braid at Zipalla's confirmation. The few plaits that are already in get a bit of tightening as she looks over her shoulder towards Shandraive, "Ah think," she starts, sending her cousin a glance before her blue-eyed gaze is one again fixed on the young man, "She means that it depends on what yer suppose ta be doing…" Yes?

Shandraive can understand perfectly. He couldn't have survived growing up with seven siblings without learning to understand muffled speech, after all. "Stablework, and with the assumption that I get caught," he clarifies. He gives a light shrug. "No matter. That bay stud nearly bit my arm off yesterday, so I figure that's preemptive penance for a few minutes of tardiness. Any chance of company for the meal?"

Zipalla exhales as Zorya takes the braid and her arms lower, the ribbon snatched from her mouth, now damp, she glances at it then gives Zorya an apologetic look, but hey, we're cousins, it's just spit right? She rubs it against her pants trying to dry it a little. "And it depends if you get caught.." she clarifies. "I'm Zipalla.." she offers, extending a hand toward him, the ribbonless one, "And hey, I work down there too.. he's not so bad, the bay, ya gotta butter him up with some sugar.." she nods. A brow lifts to Zorya, "Hungry?"

Zorya ohs, and just as she's about to say something more Zipalla pipes up with her introduction. She'll wait, smile, and work on that braid. Just as the other girl finishes her explanation on the runner she offers her own greeting, though not a hand as she's still holding the pieces that in moments will finish off her cousin's hairdo. "Ah'm Zorya. Was just heading for breakfast, and Ah know you are." Hungry that is, she teases the other girl with a gentle nudge to her ribs with an elbow before reaching for that tie to finish off the braid.

Shandraive shakes the proffered hand. "Shandraive. Shorten it as you like." He offers a small smile of gratitude in Zipalla's direction. "Thanks. I'll try the sugar, then. My caprines back home didn't care for it, so I didn't bother trying with the runners." He watches the braiding with casual interest — having five sisters himself, it's a familiar scene. "Zipalla and Zorya. Siblings?" he guesses.

With a grin to Zorya the younger Shipton, though not by much, stands still then turns and hugs her cousin, "Thanks," she says, turning back to look at the new boy. The nudge draws a giggle and Zip nudges Zorya in return, "I'm starved!" she chirps, then grins, "Cousins.. though.." and she shakes her head, now isn't the time to get into the whole sibling bit. Five. Ameteur!

Zorya laughs, "Cousins," she echoes the other girl. "And you're always starved," she add in jest towards Zipalla before more fully including the boy in her gaze once again. "Ah was just gonna grab my music book and head there myself, but if there's company…" Well then studies can wait until after food is procured.

Shandraive makes a gesture toward the door, smiling cheerfully (if sleepily). "Lead on, then. I'm new around here, and just as likely to find my way to the midden as the kitchen." Well, maybe not that bad, but the combination of a shoddy sense of direction and a new locale isn't one to test so early in the morning.

Zipalla grumbles at Zorya but grins, it's true, the girl likes to eat. "Alright," she says to the pair then starts her trek toward the food. "When did you get here?" she asks back over her shoulder. "And where are you from?"

Ista Weyr - Living Caverns
Large enough to house the entirity of the weyr's population at one time, the cavern set aside to house the very heart of the weyr's life is a grandoise, somewhat circular affair, filled with rows of long tables. Bustling and busy, it is a rare moment indeed when there is not someone at work or leisure in here; the long trestle table by the kitchens is perpetually filled with plates and trays of food, a pot of something always bubbling upon the mahogany hearth, ready to fill the belly of any hungry resident or rider. Although a high table is set aside for seating respected dignitaries on formal occasions, most of the tables here are not designated to any particular group— rather, all levels of Ista's population eat together, intermingled across the broad cavern.

Great tapestries have been flung down the walls, orange and black borders remarking upon Ista's heritage, the age-faded hangings depicting scenes of importance to the Weyr— the erruption of the volcano; the first clutch; the view from the star stones, over forest, dark beach, and glistening waves of blue. Propellor-like fans have been affixed to the ceiling in more modern times, cooling the cavern on the hottest of days. Passageways lead up the stairs to the kitchens, down a second flight of stairs to the lower caverns, and out into the expanse of the broad weyr bowl.

Zorya falls into step with her cousin rather easily. Being that the other already has questions in, she'll simply wait for the answers as she moves towards the caverns with the other two. Her steps are light, placed just so on the path from resident hallway to living caverns where a table of food is laid out for all resident of the weyr to choose from for the morning meal.

Shandraive keeps pace with the pair easily (ah, the benefit of long legs). "Grew up in Black Rock Hold, raising caprines and chickens, and half of my siblings as well," he replies. "Yesterday was my first day in the stables, and I've been in the area for a little less than a sevenday." He comes to a stop in front of a large table brimming with food — and such variety! It was nice to have something more than goat cheese on bread. "And you? Are you two natives or imports?" The smile playing around his lips makes his good humor obvious.

Zipalla grins and heads right for the tables, lead from the front right? Or maybe she just wants first choice on the pastry. "Well.. I wasn't born here but I've been here most of my life.. so I'm an imported native? I think I count as a native.." she says, glancing to Zorya. She gets a plate and for all her big talk her "starving" results in one pastry, one meat roll and a glass of juice. She finds a table.

Zorya nods. "Ah think so…" she agrees with her cousin's conclusion, plucking a single pastry from the basket for herself and continuing down the line for a glass of juice. "Ah'm from the north end of Ista." From the island yes, from the weyr no, though where specifically she doesn't say. "Been here… almost two turns now." she adds with a smile, following the other girl towards an open table.

Noticing that the ladies have chosen their food, Shandraive gratefully takes a plate and begins to pile it high. Pastries? He'll take three. Meatrolls? One. And a scoop of porridge. And a fruit. To finish off the morning feast, he takes a brimming mug of dark, heavy klah and moves quickly to keep pace with the girls (whose small appetite has awarded them a bit more haste at the buffet-table, it seems). "You said you worked at the stables," and here he indicated Zipalla, "But what about you.. Zorya?" A moment's hesitation on the name, but he's never been much good as far as memory goes.

Zipalla grins up at Zorya then blinks, "Wow it's been only two turns, seems like forever.." she says with a thoughtful expression. She tears into a pastry and sits back in her chair, putting her feet up on the edge of it, knees to her chest. A gaze falls to Shan's plate and she grins a bit before looking to Zorya, she beams proudly. "Zorya's a harper!" she says then quiets, "Oh go ahead.." she says, tucking her chin down.

Zorya settles into a seat across the table from her cousin. The pastry is picked up with one hand leaving the other free to tear a bite sized piece off of it, "Apprentice Harper," she replies, adding clarification to Zipalla's hasty reply, sending a glance towards the girl. She is perfectly capable of answering her own questions you know. "And yeah, only two." Though she is right on that, it seems like much longer.

Shandraive nods in approval as he takes his seat. "One of my sisters is hoping the local Harper will recommend her. Can't carry a tune in a bucket, but she's a fine poet." He squints in Zorya's direction, and absently begins to chew on a pastry. He's a skinny lad, but he can eat his own weight in sugary foods — a benefit of his fast metabolism. "Shoje's probably a bit younger than you, though," he ammends after swallowing. "She's just turned fifteen."

Zipalla blushes at Zorya and eats her pastry, she's just proud of her cousin. She watches Shan and Zorya while she eats, following their conversation then tilts her head, "Oh that's a pretty name.. Shoje.." she repeats, then takes a drink of juice.

Zorya's nod is the only reply for a moment as she finishes off the bite that's in her mouth before speaking. "Ah was fifteen when Ah started," she replies, gently tearing the next bite from the roll with her fingers. "Not everyone's a singer, if she's good as you say she might just for that." she offers, lips pulling in a smile before her mouth is filled with that second bite.

Shandraive is already working through the second pastry. He's not eating at an indecent speed, but he's not dawdling over bites, either. "You think so? She's despairing of getting anywhere. Keeps trying to sing to 'train her voice,' and by now the poor caprines go cowering every time she opens her mouth." He offers Zipalla a brief smile. "And I'll be sure to tell her you said so. She's awfully self-conscious about the name."

Zipalla smiles, "I draw some…" she interjects then goes back to her breakfast, the meat roll this time. "Well tell her it's really neat.. it's good to be different.." she says with a confident nod.

Zorya nods again, "Need people ta write the songs much as they need people ta sing 'em." she offers in reply. A second nod following to Zipalla's comment, "It is," she agrees, "Different isn't always so bad."

Shandraive looks up briefly, and notices one of the senior stablehands moving through the crowd.. in his direction. He swallows the last bite of his meatroll, shoves a pastry in one pocket and a fruit in another, guzzles as much klah as he can get in a sip, and stands abruptly. "The conversation's been lovely, but I've got to run," he says, indicating his irritated superior. Shan makes a short bow (more for embellishment than courtesy) and scampers off in the crowd before he can be found and reprimanded for tardiness.

Zipalla grins a little and watches him run off then she nods the stables senior mucker, "Mornin.." she says as Mr. Grumpy passes by, hot on the heels of Shan. She turns a look to Zorya, "Interesting guy…seems nice.." she says, watching her cousin for reaction.

Zorya chuckles as the boy takes his leave, turning a smile back to her cousin. "He does seem nice," she agrees, "Looks like you'll be working with him even," she adds, flashing a teasing grin towards the younger girl.

Zipalla nods, "I guess so, sometimes at least.." then she glances back once more before going back to her food. "So.. I hate to ask if it's gonna upset you but.. ya haven't mentioned that boy you met.. M…something…you still talk to him at all?" she asks, timidly, nose wrinkling.

Zorya nods, another bite of pastry broken from what's left of the whole and placed into her mouth just in time to keep her from answering Zipalla's question too quickly. The girl doesn't get out of the look her cousin gives however, somewhere between annoyance and confusion. Why is that being brought up? Why now? Swallowing she clears her throat with a sip of juice, if only to give her more time to prepare her answer. When it does come, its in the form of a slight shake of her head, "No," Beat. "Ah haven't talked ta him since Ah came back here."

Zipalla waits, daring a gaze at Zorya then she winces inwardly at the reaction, that can't be good. "Oh.. I'm sorry Zorya.. I know you hate talking about personal things.. I was just curious.. we don't have to talk about it." She smiles and then pushes her plate aside and sits up some, "I should get to work anyway, maybe the Sr. has had time to smack the new guy around for being late.." and she moves to stand.

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