Hangover Remedies
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
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Healer Hall
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Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather, Shawna
Date Posted: 22nd May 2026
Characters: R'vayn, Alyndra
Description: Alyndra and R’vayn have a quiet morning after the party
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 3 of Turn 13
Notes: Mentioned: K’valdran, I’serin
Alyndra hadn’t been the last to leave the party only because she hadn’t bothered to leave at all, muttering something about “best friends’ rights” drunkenly as she rolled herself up in a blanket on a couch. But now it was morning, and the sunlight was streaming in through open curtains as she bustled about the weyr, tidying up.
Hearing R’vayn’s footsteps, she said with her back to him, “I don’t want to hear any jokes about domesticity. It’s just rude to leave the host to clean up after the party themselves. I made some tea if you have a hangover. There are advantages to being friends with the Weyrhealer.”
She nodded towards a still hot teapot as she finished washing the glasses and mugs that had been scattered around the weyr.
Hair askew, eyes squinty, bare-chested, and wearing sleep pants that barely clung to his hips, R’vayn looked as if he’d drunk the cache of Weyr alcohol dry.
Shuffling over to the teapot, the bronzerider didn’t say a word as he poured himself a cup of the tea. He hated tea, but he kept it stocked for when Alyndra came by. He only drank it now because he’d learned long ago just to do whatever Alyndra said, especially when he was hungover.
His dark blonde eyebrows shot into his hairline as he took a sip of the tea. “Jays, Alyndra,” he wheezed as the fire eased down his esophagus.
“Give it a minute, you won’t regret it. Or at least won’t regret it more than those last few drinks last night. You seem to have collected some souvenirs,” she joked, holding up a mug that didn’t match anything else on the counters. “A sign of a party well-thrown.” Alyndra turned away from the dishes, raising an eyebrow at R’vayn’s rumpled state of undress. “Do I need to make myself scarce before someone else stumbles out of that bedroom?”
R’vayn blinked slowly. “Better check,” he muttered, shuffling back toward the bedroom and poking his head inside. “No,” he said with relief, “we’re good. Did K’valdran like the signs? I vaguely remember some singing.” He melted onto his couch, still cradling the tea.
“I’m pretty sure he asked if he could hang the signs up in his office,” Alyndra said in a cheery, clearly teasing tone. “You should make sure that happens.” Drying her hands, she poured herself more of the tea, although she put sugar in hers. Following him into the main room, she leaned casually against a chair. “Nice party. You sad it wasn’t for you?”
“Shells no,” he said, blowing on the hot tea a bit before taking another cautious sip. He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, which was untamable at this point. “I mean, would I have preferred it be me than that useless baby, I’serin? Of course, but if one of us had to win it, I’m more than happy it be K’valdran. He’s perfect for it. All old-blood dignity and rah-rah spirit speeches, you know.”
“You aren’t wrong. And he has that charm that the Holders will appreciate. Warmer than I’serin.” Alyndra smiled, “I’m glad. I think this will be a good change. And I hope he can hold onto it. The constant changes aren’t good for anyone.”
“Speaking of changes, how are things in the infirmary, _Weyrhealer_.” R’vayn wasn’t making small-talk, not with Alyndra, he genuinely wanted to know every detail of her new position.
“Well, it’s been a couple of months, so the tantrums have mostly died down. Every once in a while someone still gets huffy about taking orders from a greenrider or a woman- it varies which they’re upset about, but I’ve made it clear I’m not going anywhere.” She sighed, “Did you know K’leriac took himself for a second opinion at the new Healer Hall without even telling me? And he was right to, they have a new prosthetic I didn’t even know about.” Alyndra seemed more annoyed by her own lack of knowledge than by K’leriac’s field trip.
R’vayn’s eyebrow arched. “They complain that you’re a woman? Weird.” He didn’t realize people still had that problem. And what did dragon color have to do with anything when it came to healing? “A prosthetic, huh? If I were him, I’d take advantage of being retired and go find a warm spot of beach and a nice bottle of brandy.”
“Meh,” she waived a hand, “the Halls banned women for so long that they can’t possibly believe one might know more than them. That’s usually the other Healers, but I’m wearing them down.” Her gaze was skeptical as she considered what he’d said, “I think you’d get bored by the end of the first week. And I think K’leriac already is bored, and worried he’s not useful enough. You should check in on him. Have a card night or something.”
“Yeah but the _Weyrs_ didn’t ban women. That’s how come we have so many female crafters.” A little light entered the bronzerider’s eyes. “Which is part of why I find a reason to need ‘healing’ so much.” He winked.
Alyndra gave him a withering look, “I’ll note that in your file- ‘prone to faking, give him the minimum downtime for any injury’,” she mock-threatened. “You know I hate when you show up on the injured list.” It stopped her heart every time she saw that name at the end of the day.
He waved off the concern. “A little battle wound here and there adds to my rakish appeal. The ladies love it.” The bronzerider stood and stretched. “Thank you for the tea,” he said, dropping a kiss to her cheek as he passed and set his empty cup on the counter.
“You're welcome. Can't have you useless all day with a hangover.” Alyndra said with a gruffness she didn't mean. “I need to go change before my Infirmary shift. Are you good with the rest of the cleanup?” Other than putting the drying dishes away, there wasn't much mess left.
“Of course,” R’vayn said, even though they both knew his weyr was about as clean as it was going to get at this point. He would panic clean it the next time he wanted to bring a woman over. Some habits die hard.
Last updated on the June 4th 2026