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Writers: AL, Halyonix
Date Posted: 27th May 2025
Characters: Vandor, Ysiel
Description: Ysiel visits Vandor for a cut and gets some eye candy
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 4, day 18 of Turn 12
Notes:
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Her first sevenday at their new Weyr and she cut herself. With an exasperated sigh, Ysiel wrapped her injured palm, saying, “I’ll be back. Just taking a quick trip to the infirmary,” to the other Lower Caverns workers before she stepped out.
She only took one wrong turn on her way. When she arrived, she stood in the entrance, her calm gaze sweeping the area before lightly calling, “There’s no rush, but I could use a Healer to look at a small wound, please.”
The lot of a healer was one that every person who entered the craft expected. As their day dawned - the time of which was determined by what shift they were assigned to - they rose, broke their fast, and aimed for the Infirmary. Day after day, residents of the Weyr visited. Some dealt with minor things, colds for which there was no cure, but some herbs could help soothe a cough or ease a sore throat, minor scrapes and bruises that just needed a good wash and a quick check to ascertain whether or not it was as shallow as it seemed, or headaches that assaulted their victims, likely due to stress or overwork. Other times, more serious cases walked through the door. Coughs that had lingered more than a week, high fevers that set their victims shivering, and turned ankles so swollen and bruised they could not withstand any pressure without producing intense pain. On the worst days, Thread fell, and the entire Infirmary was a frenzy with bandages, bodies hustling to and fro, the calls of healers for supplies, moans of the gravely wounded, and occasionally, they rocked with the keen of a dragon as her rider died, and she suddenly went /between/.
Fortunately, that particularly day was not a Threadfall day, and all the healers had to deal with, hopefully, were more standard and less severe cases. One such case walked in and called out for help, and it was Vandor who stepped into the waiting area, the room only recently cleared of several patients, and greeted the latest arrival. “Of course. Come follow me.”
Wounds in the Weyr were common. Everyone worked and moved to and fro, and no one could escape the need for a healer on occasion. Stepping past the threshold that led into the back, Vandor guided the woman to a curtained-off area and motioned toward an examination table. “Tell me what happened?”
“Just a slip of the knife,” Ysiel reported. Shells, he was handsome! The moment he had stepped into her line of sight, she had felt slapped by attraction, but she was disciplined enough not to disrupt a healer practicing their craft with flirting. “I’m new here. The handles are a little different to hold. I just lost my grip and--” She made a low whooping sound to indicate what had happened next.
Basic first aid supplies were readily available in every room, all kept in jars on the tables. Turning to those, he tugged on a pair of gloves before readying an antiseptic. “I want to clean it and take a look to see how deep it is. Vandor didn’t think it was too bad, but he couldn’t be certain without a closer inspection.
“It’s right on that border of ‘does it need stitches or not?’” Ysiel said conversationally as she took a seat and offered him her hand to let him get a good look. “I’m Ysiel,” she introduced herself.
“Vandor. Pleasure.” He grinned as he reached for a cloth dipped in antiseptic and gently began cleaning the wound. “I’m sorry if it hurts. Let me know if it becomes too much.” Numbweed was useful, but only once the injury was cleaned.
“I’ll endure,” Ysiel answered merrily. “It’s not my first laceration. Nor will it be my last. So, tell me about the Weyr. I’m new here. We came from Vista Point. My brother is Y’dran, Seriaeth’s rider.”
“The Weyr is like any other Weyr, but with its own unique personality.” Vandor knew he wasn’t being particularly helpful, but he found it best if people experienced the atmosphere rather than try to glean that sort of thing second-hand. “Though if you’re looking to find out where things are located, I can certainly help with that.”
“I hear there’s a Dolphin Hall nearby,” Ysiel remarked. “Do they work with the Healers there like some of the Halls do up north?”
“They do, and quite closely at times.” Vandor nodded to underscore his affirmation. With the wound cleaned, he turned to do a more careful visual exam. “We take patients to ascertain certain things, such as pregnancy, diseases, and fractures. They also enjoy visitors if you care to go.”
“That sounds fascinating. How do they diagnose your patients? I think it’s amazing enough that they talk.”
“All dolphins and their partners have to go through training. Just like anything, they don’t naturally know.” All dolphins could see deeper into a person’s body, but how to interpret that information had to be taught. Vandor had no such training, of course, and such things were left up to the Dolphineers. “And then, of course, they practise on people, usually with those who are more experienced. Have you met one before?”
“I saw them from afar once,” Ysiel answered. “My brother says he’s spoken with some before, but he has a dragon, so it’s far easier for him to travel around. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to speak with one. I’ll have to take a trip out to the Hall.”
“They do love visitors, and I think you might enjoy yourself.” During the entire time they talked, Vandor worked diligently to inspect the wound. Thankfully, it was not as deep as it could be. By the time he made the suggestion, he had already applied medication and wrapped the bandage around her hand. “Keep it covered. Change your bandage every night, and apply more ointment to you. I’ll have an apprentice bring it out to the front for you.” Stepping back, he reached for a rag to wipe his hands. “If it swells and becomes more tender rather than less or feels hot, you should be seen again.”
“Thank you,” she answered, keeping to herself that she hoped to find a (minor) reason to come back. “You’re very good at your craft. We’re lucky to have you here.”
“I’m glad to be back here, actually,” Vandor commented as he turned to gather together the mess and make it easier to clean. “I recently returned from the North, but Dolphin Cove is my home.”
“Oh, where in the North?” Ysiel asked, “I’ve only been once or twice.”
“Originally, Fort Weyr territory, then Telgar.” It meant a lot of travelling, but Vandor had to admit, he’d enjoyed it to some extent. After several turns, however, he was glad to be home. “I learned a lot during that time. It was a good experience. Where did you go?”
“Only to visit,” Ysiel clarified. “My brother is Y’dran, Seriaeth’s rider. I went with him on a few errands, once or twice to a Gather. Ista for one. We did visit Fort Hold once! Oh, that was quite a sight to see. The original stronghold of the North.”
“It is indeed.” Vandor agreed with a nod. All the Weyrs were impressive, but something about Fort made it stand out among the rest. “Well, I shouldn’t keep you. Come back in a sevenday for me to take a look at it.”
“I will. Thank you again,” Ysiel answered, looking forward a little bit more to that checkup.
Last updated on the June 10th 2025