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Very similar to the old lower caverns, these ones are a little less than before as well. These Lower Caverns almost exclusively hold storage rooms and living spaces for all the Weyrfolk.
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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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Raevin never really thought twice about storeroom and de-snaking tasks. As a Weyrbrat, he was used to such jobs, as it wasn't entirely uncommon for some of the braver kids to go chasing after the annoyances. Granted, it helped that they were often flanked by a firelizard or two watching over them in those days, usually sent to them by a dutiful crecheworker or a worried parent. Either way, this wasn't something new or unusual for Raevin as he departed and whistled for Torin to follow. He was also used to being assigned this job often, since he had a firelizard, and a protective bronze at that, so he was well equipped to handle the task.

When Raevin had gotten to the room assigned, no one had been there, and so he had set out a basket of glows he had brought down and left the basket on the table. He glanced around the storeroom now that there was some light, seeing its size he definitely could see why it was in need of some tunnelsnake hunting. He briefly wondered why he had been assigned such a large room on his own, but decided not to question it, assuming he knew the reason and not wanting to dwell on it.

"Alright Torin, time to get to work. Sniff around and see what you can find." The bronze set off without hesitation, flitting through the room to see if he could flush out a snake. Raevin, meanwhile, moved further into the room, around shelving units and crates, to figure out what was where and how it needed to be organized. He didn't hear the other person come into the room when they did, and didn't realize Torin had been distracted from his task by this person's presence.

Unfortunately for the newcomer, they didn't seem to be aware of the firelizard either, or at least, they seemed to think the sounds of the flitt were another creature. So it was, before Raevin realized something was up or someone had come it, Torin made his move.

"Kreeee!" He squealed in delight as he launched off one of the shelves and tried to land on the girl's shoulder to give a friendly greeting, which alerted Raevin and making him jump up and abandon what he was looking through.

"Torin! What's going on!" He ran over to where he heard the 'lizard and stopped when he saw the other person Torin was being too exuberant with. "Hey, Torin! Stop!"

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Of all the things she'd expected to find in the "empty" storeroom, the firelizard wasn't one of them. Sia gave a startled yelp and tried to brush him off at first, her arm having no success at getting it off. The first, kneejerk reaction had been that a snake had somehow managed to leap out at her and attach itself to her, simply because that's what she'd anticipated when she'd started forward with her knife out, which now rested on the floor, having been dropped when she'd been startled by Torin's presence.

It was only through chance that she'd heard Raevin the second time, and it was then that she started to realize, somewhat foolishly, that she wasn't being attached by a snake with wings, or even attacked for that matter. She was simply in the presence of a very friendly firelizard and Faranth, she just about burst into tears when that realization dawned upon her. She wasn't suited for Weyrlife at all, not at all, and this was just one of the signs. Granted, there hadn't been many of them, but this was proof, wasn't it?

Quivering, she glanced between Raevin and the one he'd called Torin and tried to discern what she should do, because clearly she'd made a fool of herself, and in front of one of her fellow candidates no less. "I feel like such a dimglow." She muttered as she glanced at Torin once more, noticing now that she was trying to look how handsome he was. "I thought he was a snake... with wings. I've never done this before and... I'm just not prepared for this chore at all."

Cautiously, and because she wanted to make amends with the bronze that was on her shoulder, she reached out a hand to him, hoping he might let her make it up to him somehow. They liked being scratched, didn't they? She wondered if the others would trust her enough after this to have one of their eggs. She rather liked how it felt on her shoulder, come to think of it...

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Fri Oct 12, 2018 4:53 am

At first Raevin couldn't fathom why she felt like a dimglow, in her words, but as she explained, he understood, and had to press a knuckle to his lips to muffle the quick snerk of laughter and hide his smile. As she further explained and he caught that she definitely didn't sound too happy, he schooled himself to be more sympathetic, stepping closer now to better see her in the glowlight.

"Don't worry about it, if anything, it's my fault that Torin startled you. I can't entirely blame you for thinking he was a 'snake the way he ambushed you like that. Wherrybrained thing, he's not usually that friendly with strangers," Raevin explained, looking at Torin and shaking his head at him. The bronze, meanwhile, was happy on the girl's shoulder, and more than welcomed her pats and scratches, crooning and carrying on as if they were best friends. Raevin chuckled.

"It's good to see him not being so protective for once though. I'm Raevin. You new to the Weyr then?" Raevin offered his hand in a greeting shake as he introduced himself.

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Wed Oct 17, 2018 4:30 am

The fact that the bronze wasn't normally so friendly made her feel kind of special. She wondered if others would ambush her like he did, and if they would cuddle up to her shoulder as he did. Would she be prepared if they did? She didn't think she would be, but she would certainly be happy for the company, and even more so for the chance to give them scratches. She had to admit this was nice, the longer it went on, and she definitely was liking the idea of getting one of her own someday. "Oh, it isn't your fault at all. I'm thinking now that I might like one of my own someday. He's awfully sweet, actually. Aren't you, Torin? Such a lovely boy."

She turned as Raevin introduced himself, and asked if she was new to the Weyr, and she took his hand for a shake and smiled almost shyly. "Yes, I am, not here very long truthfully." She chuckled and dipped her head, figuring that was pretty clear actually. "It probably isn't too much of a surprise though. I feel like such a fish out of water on some days." And then she realized she'd forgotten to share her name, and she wanted to sink back into herself and if it weren't for Torin on her shoulder, she might have asked for the ground to swallow her up then and there. "Oh, sweet Faranth, I'm so sorry, Raevin, I'm not usually so daft. I'm Sianca., and it's lovely to meet you."


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