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Although in winter it could be a little drafty, N'mar loves the weyr he shares with Alreth. One of the highest, it has an excellent view of the weyr bowl and lake. The ledge outside is a good place to catch sun rays since it looks southward and is exposed to sunlight all day. Alreth can often be found there, stretched out to his full length and watching N'mar on his morning run or just working in general.

Inside is Alreth's couch and living area. To the left of the door are the shelves that hold N'mar's oiling equipment, fighting straps, leather working tools, riding gear and various other items used for dragon care. Continuing along the weyr ends in an opening covered by a heavy curtain, behind which are N'mar's personal quarters. While he is careful with his equipment, N'mar is not by nature a tidy person. There is always a lived-in look to his rooms. The bed is usually unmade, left in the wrinkles N'mar burrowed into the night before. Used clothes litter the floor and chairs, only to be picked up and bundled together whenever washing day rolls around. The color scheme is warm, browns and reds being dominant with a little yellow to accent them. N'mar comissioned furniture in dark red wood that adds a softer touch to the stone room. He has only one rug and it's usually covered in mess, as are the table and desk. Only one chair is never covered in clutter and that is N'mar's favorite, soft chair he uses to relax in. On the stand next to his bed lay the orange headband and leather belt of a runner. N'mar kept his and still displays them proudly in his room, turning his belt so that the stitches displaying his previous status are exhibited. The head band is worn down but in good condition, the only mark being a small blood stain from one of N'mar's previous injuries.

All in all it's a welcoming, personable room. N'mar loves to entertain friends there - especially the female ones.

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Impression

Nilamar loped at a slightly slower pace than he would have normally, an odd sense of forboding creeping up onto him. There was quite literally no one around. It was just plain creepy, not to mention he wanted to make his letter delivery quickly: it was a point of honor among runners. Zavir hovered above his head as he moved along, now and then landing and sending vague disoriented thoughts. Something important was happening somewhere, the little lizard thought, but he couldn't really clarify any more than that. Nilamar was interested, but also preoccupied with his own thoughts. He'd never felt this strongly about a letter before, though. Something inside him seemed to be pushing, pulling and tugging at him - urging him to get where he was going now. It made him uncomfortable, but he chalked it up to pride in his craft and tried not to think about it too much. He took turns seemingly at random, not really having any plan of where to be but just trying to find someone somewhere who could point him in the right direction.

On a whim he sped up, turning a corner with casual grace, his eyes half lidded and -BLAM!

Something collided with his chest, something small and hard and a vague redish brown. At the same time something seemed to impact his thoughts, pulling him to it like a magnet and sticking the same way. Everything around him greyed out and he felt a vague sensation of flames licking at his fingers, though they weren't painful; they were warm and oddly soft. His nose registered cinnamon and woodsmoke, and an odd scent that seemed to be unique to the weyrs. Above him, instead of creeling like he usually did when something hurt Nilamar, Zavir was bugling in his high piper's tone. I was frightened! A voice said to him, speaking through the flames, And angry. Where were you? Why did you make me wait for you? Oh yes, the voice was angry, Nilamar could sense that easily. But at the same time he could not be afraid of it or worried. The most increadible feeling was coming over him. His brain suddenly registered input from two sources, and every nerve in Nilamar's body felt the new connection being forged. You must not do that again, N'mar. I love you, do not make me wait! Something hit the top of his head, and the newly christened N'mar looked up to find himself staring into the eyes of a baby brown dragon. He was almost nose to nose with him, both of the baby's front paws were on his chest and every now and then N'mar felt a tail collide with his legs. I am Alreth and I-am-hungry! The brown said, stamping his hind leg on the hard surface of the rock floor in time with the last three words and creeling along with the last.