Do Ah.. know you?

Zorya runs into P'nce at Ista Weyr's beach. Something about him seems familiar, and she finds out that he left Shipton with her uncle.

Ista Weyr - Main Beach
The famous black sands of Ista spread out about the great cove upon which the weyr has been built, gleaming under the rays of both sun and moon, like diamonds in their own pristine beauty. Caught between the brilliance of the deep, verdant greens of the forest, and the crystalline blues of the shallows, gradually deepening their colour deeper into the great ocean, the beach is no less striking, truly beautiful in its own way.
The hot, heavy rays of the sun reach deep into these sands, forever blazing underfoot, although the water remains cool and refreshing even upon the hottest of days, never quite reaching the point of being tepid. Off to one side, coming from the plateau, a small, thin waterfall, empties into a catching pool that runs off into the water through dark sand and pebbles.

Early afternoon brings sun and plenty of warmth to Ista Weyr's black sand beach. People are scattered here and there across the short. Some swimming, others lounging on the sand, the occasional dragon further out into the depths of the water. Its off one end, near the waterfall where Zorya finds herself. Standing about a foot from the water's edge the teen, sporting a candidate's knot, tosses a stone towards the lake, watching it skip once or twice.

With a whoosh of air an orangey-hued brown dragon lands to one side of the beach, out of reach of the scattering of people enjoying the good weather. His clawed feet barely touch down before he's up again, in what could only be described as a bounce. A few of the bystanders turn to watch the spectacle as his rider, a blonde haired man of slim build, attempts to dismount and safey get to the ground. It takes a little time for the brown seems to be full of energy and can hardy stay still, bounding closer to the little waterfall. Eventually the task is accomplished though, and just in time for the brown is nearly at the edge of the little lake, and peering at it closely. "No Tirigeth, your not going to fit." P'nce says with a grin, giving a little wave to the candidate standing nearby.

Zorya wasn't really paying all that much attention to her surroundings outside the ripples created by the stones she's skipping. The brown does it though, drawing her blue-eyed gaze with his .. bouncing? especially since he's ended up so close to her current location. Its the rider who dismounts him however that earns a double take, the girl giving him a closer look. Curious, she draw closer, "Excuse me… Do Ah.. know you?"

P'nce stops dead in his tracks at her words, his brows knit in confusion. While the young lady standing before him doesn't seem to have the trademark nose, her coloring and the accent are unmistakable. How silly of him, to think that in all the years he's been gone from Ista, no one else from the cothold of his birth would make their way down to the weyr. The confusion quickly fades into a smile and the brownrider offers his hand for a handshake. "You probably don't know me personally, but yeah. P'nce Shipton at your service." With his free hand he waves Tirigeth away, and after an investigative sniff at the teen the dragon bounds down to the ocean proper.

True, she doesn't have the trademark nose, but there are other characteristics. He, however, does have the nose which is most likely which made her ask in the first place. "You… You're from.." she starts. She perhaps shouldn't surprised by the fact that he's from the cothold, but even so she sounds it. "Zorya," she replies, giving her own name as she reaches out to complete the handshake still clearly surprised by the chance meeting.

P'nce's smile deepens. Being constantly caught of guard seems to be the story of his life, it's nice to not be the only one for a change. "Pleased to meet you Zorya. And that was Tirigeth you just met." He stats, jabbing a thumb behind him toward the beach where the brown is happily splashing water over anyone unlucky enough to be in close proximity. "Yes I'm from Shipton Cothold, left with Pi and Pal…er, L'ton ages ago." I Impressed at Telgar though, just recently came back to Ista, new posting and all that." A closer look at the rider's shoulder knot would show that he is in the Weaver craft, and a journeyman rank at that. It's also quite obvious that P'nce ditched his accent somewhere along the way. While waiting for a response he shrugs the satchel off his shoulder and peeks absently at it's contents. It seems to be mostly paperwork.

Zorya's accent isn't as bad as it could be, or as it once was, but it still lingers especially in certain words and phrases. Blue eyes shift back towards the brown as he's pointed out but return to the man soon enough. Now those are names she knows. "L'ton's my uncle," she notes, "Ah didn't know anyone else left. Ah mean, Ah just.. Well .. L'ton Ah knew. Ah mean Ah left ta find him, but then Pi was here too and.." And now him, but that goes unsaid, her accent coming out more as she has trouble with what she'd like to say.

P'nce looks up from his satchel in amusement. "L'ton's your uncle huh? Well, at least he isn't your father…" The last bit said in a barely audible murmur, and the smile fades a bit. Huh, sounds like the two of them may not be on the best of terms. As if remembering who he's speaking too, the smile quickly comes back however. "So I take it you've never heard the story of the day the three of us arrived in Ista? You should ask L'ton or Pi about it sometime. It was quite a hoot." Involving a herd of sheep running amuck in the living caverns, but thats a tale for another day. So what does one talk about with a teenage girl who happens to be a distant relative? He could ask why Zorya wanted to find L'ton, but that may be too personal a question, so he settles for: "So, you've been Searched huh? A lot of fun that, I'm still good friends with some of the people I've stood with."

"Yeah," Zorya returns, but the second part of his comment being so quiet it goes unheard. A shake of her head follows, blonde locks shifting about her shoulders, "Not really, no. Ah mean Ah heard they came an' all, but nothing really about it." And until now she'd never thought to ask either. "Hmm?" she starts at the question of being searched, turning a short glance towards the knot on her shoulder, "Oh.. yeah," she continues, sighing at the mention of it, "This'll be my fourth time standing," and yet she's still manages to be nervous about it to a point, "So we'll see how it goes, but… So, you liking it here then?" she inquires, changing topics.

P'nce offers the girl a look of sympathy. He stood at Ista before Impressing at Telgar, so he knows how frustrating it can be to be left on the sands. But four times? Thats got to be hard. He has the good sense not to try to push the subject though, and the smile returns. "Well, the weather is certainly nicer, and Zaj loves the beach. Oh, that would be my son, well, one of them. He's being watched right now, I was hoping to get some work done…" The satchel is gestured at vaguely.

Zorya nods, "Well Ah haven't ever been ta Telgar to say, but the weather is pretty nice," she agrees, her interest peeked at the mention of his son. "Oh? How old's he?" she wonders aloud only to follow the question with a shake of her head and a dismissive wave of her hand. "Oh, no, don't let me keep ya. Ah should be getting back ta chores anyway. Helping out the nannies today and the kids should be done with lessons soon." she explains further.

P'nce nods. "You may very well meet Zajalon if your helping the nannies, he's two and a half turns, my youngest." With of quick brushing off of his clothes the rider settles down with his back against a stone, facing the ocean so he can keep an eye on his energetic dragon. The satchel is pulled closer and it's contents riffled through with an exaggerated sigh. "Well you better go mind your chores then, wouldn't want you getting in trouble on my account." Is said with a bit of a wink. "It was a pleasure meeting you Zorya."

"Was with ones a little older than that," Zorya notes, "But Ah'm sure Ah'll meet him eventually. But yeah, was a pleasure to meet you too." she agrees with a nod and a soft smile, "Hopefully we can talk again sometime..?" she continues, half question half statement, "But your right, Ah should be going.." she finishes giving a bit of a wave before she's on her way back towards the main caverns of the weyr.

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