Breakfast with Zipalla

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.

Breakfast time at Ista. People move into the caverns and crowd the buffets, sleepily filling plates, though some bear signs of having begun a workday already with dusty boots and sweat-dampened shirts, they too seek food.

Zipalla is no different though she is still mostly clean, her boots are scuffed where stirrups have rubbed them and her hair looks more windblown than if she'd just woken up. She stands in line, waiting, peering around those in front of her, fingers lightly drumming on her empty plate.

Zorya isn't far behind Zip, in fact she's right next to the girl as she stands waiting to receive her portion of the morning meal. "Are you sure Uncle Pallaton won't mind I'm here?" she asks. She was sure of things when she left home, but now she's feeling less and less confident in her plan. "I mean it was kinda… well unplanned."

Pastries are added to Zipalla's plate then she selects a smallish piece of meat as well. "Oh, I'm sure," she says with a nod, looking up at her cousin. "It's not like we live with him," she says as she turns back to the buffet, getting some milk.

A small pastry is placed on Zorya's plate before the girl also selects a bowl of porridge. "Yeah, your right." she agrees. "Besides, if he knows my father at all he won't blame me anyway." If her father's dislike for said uncle is any indication it’s a sure fire bet.

Zipalla nods her head then turns and spies a table, wandering to it. She slips down into her chair and starts on the pastry first, looking around at all the people briefly while she waits for Zorya to join her. "Just wait..he'll make you into a rider too," she remarks between bites.

"I don't know…" Zorya replies, slipping into a seat beside her cousin. Dragons make her… well nervous. Then again she's never really been around them much, or this closely. "Though it -must- be better than an ovine herder's wife." she remarks with a roll of her eyes, taking a bit of her porridge.

Zipalla smirks and lifts her shoulders, "I don't think either sounds really appealing." She leans back in her chair and sips her milk then it is set aside and she tugs at her vest. "I don't guess I'd mind riding a dragon so much, that's fun, but.." and her shoulders lift.

Zorya blinks. "But what…?" she questions. She is dragon illiterate here! "It can't be worse than being stuck with a guy who talks to ovines and day and then talks to you like you're one too. Do I -look- like a fuzzy far animal to you?" she huffs, "I don't -think- so. But then I suppose that might just be me 'overreacting'." Yeah… right. It doesn't sound like she believes that overreacting in the least.

Zipalla tilts her head and looks out to the crowd, "All the business with the flights..and.." and her voice lowers a little, words not so much chosen carefully but perhaps hesitantly, as if she isn't exactly SURE. "You know, there's a lot of babies and pregnant women around here for a reason.. when dragons get together..their riders..uh…" and she nods her head. "Doesn't matter if you live with someone else or not.. I'm only one of probably more than thirty you know, and if you don't know, you'll hear it, everyone talks about it. Ton's herd.. Ton's army.. and another one on the way with that new woman."

Zorya ohs… For a moment she doesn't have anything to say. "I always thought my father was exaggerating when he talked about Pallaton." Maybe he wasn't as much as she always thought. "The must wanna be though… I mean they say ::between::," the word is mentioned like its some mystical dimension, "Makes it go away. And the healers…" Well there are other ways.

Zipalla looks up and a faint blush touches her cheeks as she just nods her head. "I'm just saying that is the life.. riding and..that..then deciding if you want to have a baby or not.. I think it's a joke that he wants me to ride but hate boys.. while he takes his two women home."

Another spoonful of porridge is brought to her lips. After swallowing Zorya replies, "So he doesn't want you to like boys, but he has lots of girls? And so what if he wants you to be a rider. Just cause he wants it doesn't mean its right for you. There's a million other things you could do. Even be a farmer's wife, I know one who's looking." she adds this last in jest.

Zipalla nods a little then nearly splutters at the last comment, laughing. "Oh no, no thanks.. I don't want to be anyone's wife. I may take up beastcraft.. I like animals, taking care of them, they get hurt and need help sometimes.." She smiles. "I know I guess I'm just.. I'm not a kid… I'm not a brat.. I'm almost fourteen turns.. but I'm not "old enough" for anything yet either. I hardly even look like a woman yet, I don't know why he worries over boys."

Zorya laughs. See she got her cousin to smile with that, even though she was serious. But smiling was the point of having said it. "Well we can fix that." she grins.

Zipalla blinks up at Zorya and tilts her head, "Fix what?" she asks, pushing her plate aside and leaning an elbow on the table. "I mean.. I don't think you CAN fix that.. she says, glancing down at herself and shrugging.

Zorya grins. "You'd be surprised." she notes, "There's some things that can be done." She's a teenage girl! She has ideas. "Does Uncle Pallaton have lots of laundry? Cause if he doesn't, offer to do it this afternoon."

Zipalla blinks a little at Zorya, "I don't know anything about his laundry.. and I doubt I'll see him this afternoon.." she says with a decidedly curious look on her face to her cousin. "Besides what does doing laundry have to do with this?"

"We need socks." Zorya notes idly taking a few more bites of her porridge. What that exactly explains, probably nothing to Zip, but Zor knows what she's talking about apparently.

Zipalla wrinkles her nose and ehhhhhs? toward Zorya. "Socks? Why socks?" she asks. "I have my own socks.. besides his feet are bigger than mine."

Zorya nods. "Exactly." she nods. "Just wait. You'll see." she grins. "I told you we'd fix it." At least she'll give it her best try.

A gentle lift of shoulders and Zipalla nods her head, "Okayyyy.." she answers, rather unsure about this new cousin for a moment. "So…what are you going to do? Craft? Ride?" she asks.

Zorya shrugs lightly in response. "I always wanted to dance and sing." she offers in reply, "So maybe I'll work on that now that I'm here."

Zipalla smiles softly over at Zorya and nods her head, "I'll bet you can do that here..there's always the Harpers," she says as she crosses one leg over the other, a booted foot twirling a bit.

Zorya nods. "I hope so." she agrees, "At least Uncle Pallaton will let me do that." Pause, "He will, right?" That's another thing she was sure of before, but not so much anymore.

Zipalla raises a brow, "Let you? How would he stop you? I mean.. I don't think he'd ship you back if that's what you're worried about.. he might not like it but I don't think he'd "make" you do anything."

"Yes, let me." Zorya replies, a bit confused by her cousin's seeming lack of understanding in the matter. Apparently there's a bigger difference in their raising that there might have seemed at first. "I'll just ask him when I see him next." she finishes, making the mental note to herself.

Zipalla nods her head softly and looks around, "I have to do a few chores…I'll see you later ok?" she asks, standing. She takes her plate and mug then smiles at Zorya, "I'm glad you're here," she says somewhat quietly then turns, disappearing into the crowd.

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