This should have been the perfect task for Sia. It was out of the way, there weren't any crowds, and she would have the chance to work by herself if she was lucky. Instead she was feeling out of her league and uncertain of what she was supposed to do. She should have asked for help, but when she'd had the chance she'd froze up under self-pressure and insisted after the moment had passed that she would be just fine. She'd guessed, somewhat haphazardly she now realized, what she would need, and based only on what she'd heard in passing from past encounters with brats back at the Hold - and who knew if what they'd used would do her any good here at the Weyr: a net, a knife, and a bag to put her catches in.
She wasn't prone to swearing, being too proper for that really, but she found herself cursing as she entered the lower caverns, and approached the storage room she was supposed to clean - and, she had been told, de-snake. She had never killed a snake before. Had never been instructed on how to do it. And here she was going into a room, completely unprepared on how to do her chore, all because she'd been too scared to step out of her comfort zone and ask how she should do it. She bit down on her lip and felt close to tears. She was supposed to be a dragon candidate, a future rider, and she couldn't even process a simple thing like "please help me understand how to do this thing, please".
She had just enough pride to keep herself from breaking down though, and just enough sense to stop and ask one of the workers on her way down what the best way to kill a tunnelsnake was. They were more than happy to give her a tip, thinking she was asking for an opinion rather than the step-by-step instructions they readily gave. She soaked up what they shared, hoping she wouldn't forget any of it by the time she reached her destination, and continued forth, forcing herself to breath as she took each step forward. The curses dissipated until none were uttered at all, and were instead replaced with softer words of encouragement. "You can do this, Sia. They said a firelizard would help. You should look into getting one. Try to get some marks first. Maybe with plants. Herbs grow around here. Try that."
When she reached the room she was supposed to work, she found the door cracked open and hoped none of the snakes had escaped, then poked her head inside. No one was there, but there was the soft light of glows, making her think that someone had been there at some point. Did that mean someone else was working the room. She bit her lip, and almost turned around to go the other way. If someone else was tending the room, then maybe she didn't have to after all. But she'd been assigned, and she didn't shirk her duties no matter how timid she was around people. She warmed to them quickly enough, especially in small numbers, and she knew that.
Slipping inside, Sia set her things down on the table with the glows to fix up her hair again, wipe her hands over her face, and when she heard the rustle of a snake nearby, she decided it was now or never. This was bound to be messy work, and she figured it was a good thing she'd worn work hardy trousers and a tunic that had long, thick leather sleeves, just in case one of them decided to bite. Then came the all telling moment, and she let out her breath and tried not to close her eyes...
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