I'm uh... broken right now.

Ista Weyr - Living Caverns
Large enough to house the entirety of the weyr's population at one time, the cavern set aside to house the very heart of the weyr's life is a grandiose, 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 eruption of the volcano; the first clutch; the view from the star stones, over forest, dark beach, and glistening waves of blue. Propeller-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.

Another long day. Man, this is getting repetitive. Wapraven is meandering his way in from the infirmary, a pack of what looks like a slab of meat held up to his face. Unfortunately for the Journeyman harper, today hadn't been a good day. Yep, kid punched him in the eye, good and hard, and poor Wappy had rushed off to have someone take care of him. Men. He's weaving his way through the chairs towards the klah table, bumping and jarring into chairs here and there as he goes. Poor guy. Punched in the face and only has one eye to work with. Yep. Long day.

At the klah table is a particular harper apprentice. The blonde pouring not klah, but juice into a glass before she turns. Taking a sip before she heads for a table Zorya is just in time to see the journeyman and offer up a sympathetic smile.

Wapraven isn't being very agile, and he saddles up to the klah table with an uncomfortable groan. He gives Zorya a small smile as he passes her, stumbling for the klah, pouring himself a drink. He takes another double take at the harper apprentice's knot, and he watches her go to an empty table. "Oh! A harper!" He's quipping more to himself than anything, but there he goes, beelining towards the table Zorya's sitting at. "You mind if I join?" he motions to a seat. "I'm uh… broken right now. And a familiar crafter would really help." You know, hold bred and all.

Having settled into a seat at a table not far off, Zorya glances up at the question. Shaking her head she lower the glass of juice back to the tabletop. "Ah can see that. An so am Ah, holdbred that is." she replies. A short pause before she asks the inevitable, "What happened anyway?"

"Kids…" The harper trails off, pulling the slab of meat away from his eye tenderly. "I had a bunch of older ones today. You know, 10 to 12 year olds. They got in a fight, I tried to break it up. Little kids, you know. They can hit harder than you think." He takes a sip of of klah, gingerly touching around his eye with his hand. "It doesn't look so bad, does it?" A tentative smile, as he pauses. "I'm Wapraven by the way. I'm a Junior Harper here. " He motions to her knot. "You're an apprentice?"

Zorya frowns at the eye as he pulls the slab of meat away. "Yeah, Ah have a couple brothers.." she agrees about that age group and their abilities. "And no, it doesn't look so bad.." though her expression might say otherwise, "It could be worse…" she adds with a smile. "Ah am, just got back from Eastern not so long ago. Ah'm Zorya."

Wapraven gives Zorya a nod, shrugging his shoulders and blinking a few times. "This is true. I could be bleeding." He knocks a hand on the wood with a grin, taking another draught from his mug. "Yeah, I'm a recent transplant here. Walked the tables and was sent to the Weyr." He gives a slight groan, reapplying the piece of meat to his eye. "You'll find, that once you walk the tables, they stick you in the worst of jobs." A shrug, "Unless you know, you /like/ children."

Zorya laughs lightly, "Well Ah don't mind 'em so much, there are always days though." she agrees with a light smile. "Ah haven't walked yet, but hopefully someday. So what'd ya specialize in?" she then asks, wrapping fingers about her glass once again to take a drink as she awaits the answer.

Sipping more from his mug, Wapraven scoffs, "Days? Some day? Here, it's /all/ the time. I mean, I can deal with holder and crafter kids, but weyrbrats? The worst… *trust* me." He's fiddling now with his face again. "I came here to help with the drum towers. I specialize in drums. Composition, instrument creation, you know. The fun stuff. I can't really sing, so playing something was the next bet. But, to be honest, they don't need help here. But with the kids…" He snorts. "How about you? Have you an inkling yet? When I was an Apprentice, I wanted to major in girls." He flashes a toothy grin. "They should make that a specialization."

Zorya lifts a shoulder in a light shrug, sipping at the juice for a moment before replying. "Ah guess Ah'm just used ta it? Had a big family, always lotsa kids runnin around." she notes. "They can't all be bad." she adds, a hint of question in her voice at the comment. "Dancin first, an' voice an' records too." She hasn't officially narrowed things down as of yet, still being in the apprentice stage of things. "Girls?" she giggles, "What good would that be as a specialty?"

Wapraven snorts, bringing his mug to his lips with a wicked grin. "Oh, well, I guess specializing in girls would be good for creating more harpers?" The young man begins to laugh, shaking his head. "That's a lot of choices you have on your plate. But you have time, trust me. But don't worry. Once you walk the tables, all you do is teach children." He sighs. "Should have been a dragonrider, eh?"

Zorya chuckles. "Ah guess…" she's reluctant to agree. "It is, but Ah think Ah'm goin ta focus more on dancin'. But like ya said have time, and they said ta pick a few things ta start." There's a pause for a drink before she replies to the last. "Well not everyone can be, they need harpers too ya know."

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