Oh Yeah, She Felt That

Writers: AL, Heather
Date Posted: 21st February 2025

Characters: Vandor, Lyani
Description: Lyani wakes up with her hangover and still needs that hand fixed… Oh, and maybe a date with Vandor?
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 8 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Brennault
Follows "She's Gonna Feel That in the Morning"

Vandor

Lyani

Lyani was slow to wake the next morning, but when she did it was to a
pounding headache and Phyallmeth yelling at her.

}:We’re going to miss _threadfall_!:{ There was panic and
consternation in the green’s voice.

**Ugh, Thread!** How could she have forgotten? How could she have
drank so much the night before threadfall?

She went to shove herself up to a sitting position but the sharp pain
that lanced through her hand brought her up short.

“Shells,” she hissed, cradling her hand, which now appeared to be
splinted and wrapped.

**I don’t think I’ll be flying Thread. Tell the Wingleader.** Even as
she thought the message to Phyllameth she dreaded the lecture she was
bound to receive later.

“Well good morning!” The figure spoke even as he appeared next to the
bed, his eyes roaming over the woman as if assessing her state. It
was a good thing too. With as much as she had drunk the night before,
he suspected she wasn’t really all together there. Either way, he
wasn’t ready to dismiss her just yet. “How are you feeling?” The
question was accompanied by a cup of some sort of concoction that he
held out for her to take, a small but pleasant smile upon his face. It
was to help combat the side effects of a hangover.

“Like someone dropped the Weyr on me.” She took the cup she was
offered with her good hand. “Did they? Drop the Weyr on me?” Lyani
gulped the drink down, grimacing.

“Not quite.” Vandor assured her he he took a closer look in her eyes
while she clasped the cup. Compared to the night before, she was
definitely far more lucid, but he didn’t envy the headache she must
have. “Do you have any memory of last night?”

The brunette squinted as she tried to recall the evening before. “I
can remember bits and pieces of a tavern… Maybe on the seaside? I
think there was a lot of steps leading to the door.”

She looked a little more closely at the healer. “You probably
introduced yourself last night, but I have no memory of it so… Who are
you?”

“I’m Vandor.” Motioning to the cup which he had passed along to her,
he offered the woman a pleasant grin. Considering the state she was
in the previous night, he was surprised she remembered anything at
all. “Drink up. It will help. Afterward, I’d like to have the
dolphins take a look at that hand, make sure nothing’s broken.”

“Oh, a trip to the dolphins? Deal.” Lyani finished off the drink in a
couple of gulps, clearly showing the same skill that had gotten her
into trouble the night before. Handing Vandor the empty cup, the
greenrider rose gingerly to her feet. There was a slightly pinched
look to her face as she held her hand against her midsection.

“Take it easy, don’t want you toppling over and hurting something
else.” Calling to an apprentice, Vandor passed the cup along to the
child who hurried off to deal with it. Turning back to the woman, he
stepped forward and offered his arm. “Do you need assistance?”

She didn’t, but when a handsome man offered her his arm, she wasn’t
one to say no. “Thank you,” she put her arm through his, resting the
fingers of her injured hand on his forearm.

--

The dolphins were exactly as she remembered. Playful, loud, and full of energy.

}:You must be part dolphin,{ Phyllameth asserted.

**Ha. Ha.** Lyani thought back.

Something crossed over the rider’s face, an expression that Vandor
knew meant she was talking to her dragon. Although obviously not a
dragonrider himself, he’d lived in a Weyr all his life, and could tell
the subtle signs. “We’ll need your arm under the water, but there are
changing areas with towels.” Most residents of the Weyr wouldn’t
bother as nakedness wasn’t an issue, but they also had enough hold
bred people who felt the need to remain covered, so the option was
always there. He doubted Lyani would require such a thing.

Vandor was right. Lyani set about stripping down to her
nearly-nothings, and then waded out into the water with the aid of the
dolphineer who had been assigned their case.

“Easy does it,” Edesen encouraged, taking the greenrider by the elbow.

Lyani was glad the tropical waters of Dolphin Cove were warm as she
submerged up to her waist. The dolphineer guided her hand beneath the
water and in moments a bulbous grey head was bobbing nearby

There was much squeeing and whistling and babbled words once the
dolphin was finished with her examination.

“Idee says you’ve broken your pinky finger and fractured your wrist.”
Edesen then guided Lyani back up out of the water and back to the
shoreline where Vandor waited.

During her assessment, the healer had procured a large towel, then
offered it to the woman as she emerged from the water. “Well, looks
like you’re grounded for Threadfall.” And it was better to let them
leadership know sooner than later so they could have as much time to
adjust as possible. “Best to ask Phyllameth to relay the news so they
can start adapting. I”ll have an official report up there as soon as
you're settled and your hand and finger set.”

Lyani dreaded what her Wingleader might say. After all, her injury was
due to her own poor judgement and nothing else. She nodded at Vandor.
“Thank you for your help during all of this,” she waved her good hand
in the general direction of herself. There was a rare hint of
disappointment in the greenrider’s typically brash countenance.

“I’m a healer. Helping is what I do.” Vandor chuckled. “Come on,
get dressed and let’s get back to the infirmary. We need to wrap that
finger and that wrist before you head home.”

--

Lyani stared down at her hand as Vandor’s talented ones finished
wrapping and setting her finger and wrist. He had nice strong hands,
she decided, and then she briefly wondered how those hands felt in
other places. It was hard to get a read on the healer though.

“Thank you, Vandor,” she said as he finished.

“It’s my pleasure. I’m going to send you home with some tea that will
help inflammation, and an ointment that will also help with that as
well as pain.” As if on cue, a young apprentice called for the healer
outside of the sectioned off room and he stepped out just long enough
to pluck them from the young woman’s hands so he could offer them to
the dragonrider. “I’ll want to have the dolphins check your progress
in a couple of weeks. In the mean time, keep it immobile as much as
possible. In addition, you’ll need regular bandages changes, but come
here for that.”

Some times, people could change their own bandages, but this required
not only a knowledge of wrapping, but making sure the splits were in
the proper position. “Do you have any questions for me?”

“Just one, are you free for dinner?” she smiled.

Both eyebrows shot up and the deep rumble of a laugh emitted from his
chest. That was the second time he’d been asked to a meal since his
arrival - but unlike the first, this was one of was from a gender he
was actually attracted to. Granted, he didn’t know the woman, but
hey, he wouldn’t turn her down either. “I think I might have some
time in my schedule.”

The greenrider’s eyes lifted in surprise. “I was one-hundred percent
sure you were going to turn me down.” She smiled. “I’m glad you
didn’t.”

“I’ve been away several years.” Vandor admitted with a bit of a
shrug. He hadn’t exactly turned down Brennault either, simply told
him where he stood. “And while I still know a lot of people here,
enough has changed that many I knew are gone. I can always use new
friends.”

**Maybe more than friends?** she wondered.

“Dinner it is, then.”

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