Bajur's Stall "Well, yes, I do have another pet.  Bajur is my runner, who stays at the stables near the feeding grounds.  The weyrherder was kind enough to let me lodge him there, after I got him from Rohlen Hold.  Would you like to see him?" He asks, and you nod. Leading you out of his weyr and towards the stable, O'lor stayed silent the whole time.  However, when you reached the stall, a loud whinny sounded from within, and a bay gelding with two white socks on his hind feet, and marking on his forehead that was between a blaze and a stripe, stuck his head over the door.  "Bajur!" O'lpr saus happily, running foreward to wrap his arms around the bay's neck, while Ylaay chittered overhead. "Can I pet him?" You inquire uncertainly, and hold out your hand.  Bajur snorts into it, his whiskers tickling you palm, his velvety nose nuzzling your hand in search of something to eat.  "Silly Bajur, we don't have anything," O'lor says, still smiling.  "I got Bajur just a while ago, that's why I'm still doting over him.  I've only ridden him a few times, but he's as fast as the wind, and I'm hoping that I'll be able to enter him in a race sometime. "He looks like a fine horse to me!" You say, not exactly sure what you should be looking for in a horse.  All that you can say is his coat is gleaming, and he sure looks healthy enough.  "Although I'm no master at that." A bugle overhead interrupts your conversation.  "A dragon's out for feeding," O'lor says, giving Bajur one last pat.  "We'd better leave, this is when all of the runners freak out, although I don't let Bajur out during this time." Nodding as if you understand it all, you turn back with O'lor to his weyr. See where Ogdrol got Bajur