"Eragon-elda, we're here," a voice said, shaking his shoulder as he slept.
"Where…" mumbled Eragon, rolling over in his cot. He was still quite distraught and torn at the loss of his old life and friends. Blodhgarm and roughly two dozen other elves were the only people that he could talk to now. And, honestly, he was sick of it. They had been sailing down the meandering river, first roughly east, then south when the river turned, for nearly three weeks and hadn't found anything yet. At least, nothing of interest, or able to support the number of dragons that would be raised and living there. Already, two wild dragons had hatched, much to everyone's delight. Of course, this proved to be a curse in wrapped in beauty. It was then they proceeded to be in the way and eat all of their food stores quickly. They had finally had to give them to Saphira, who took them on her back to the shore. She showed them how to hunt, fly, and many other things besides. In addition, these seemed to be at least somewhat less bestial than their ancestors.
"Ebrithril, we found it." Again, he was jostled.
"Found what?" Eragon groaned, waking up. He looked up to see Blodhgarm. Eragon's eye narrowed at the sight of him.
"The thing we've been looking for: a valley, rimmed with high mountains and plentiful food, wood and stone. Everything that we could have possibly dreamed and hoped. On top of that, the dragons are loving this place. And…"
"Alright!" interrupted Eragon, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Form two teams: one to look for supplies and another to explore the area. Be sure to distribute the locator maps. I'll join the exploration team. If this is as good as your say it is, then we'll start work on our new home." With a simple bow of respect and acknowledgement, Blodhgarm left the cabin. There were to be heard several shouts of orders from several people, as Eragon donned his sword and lightweight leather armor.
"Eragon!" Yelping, he spun around to see who had shouted his name. Seeing that the scrying mirror was showing Queen Nasuada, he laughed, and walked over.
"Nasuada, good to see you. Sorry if I startled you, though you did shout."
"Shout? I know not what you speak of, Eragon!" Nasuada yelled again.
Cringing, Eragon modified the spell connecting the two mirrors together. "There, better?" he asked.
"Stop shouting! There's no need to yell!"
"Damn. Hold on a moment." He whispered another phrase. "How about now?"
"Perfect. Oh my, what happened?" Nasuada chuckled at the tired spellcaster.
"I don't know, perhaps something to do with the distance?" Eragon smiled sheepishly.
"Ah, well. I can hear you fine now. So, how are things? Have you found a new home yet? It's been, what, three weeks now?"
"Yes to all questions, although we just are about to see if this really is to be our home. At the least, the dragons like this place," he said, a slight grin on his face. It was always pleased him greatly to see the friends he had made over the last few years.
"Oh, good. Well, when you go… Did you say dragons?" Nasuada inquired, placing emphasis on the 's' in 'dragons'.
"Yep. Two of the eggs couldn't wait apparently. A beautiful green male and a dazzling purple female. Neither have names yet, though they spend lots of time with Saphira."
"Wow, I bet she's happy to no longer be the last female of her kind."
"But of course. She's positively glowing."
"Yeah? So are you," Nasuada said, a grin starting to break out on her face.
"Ebrithril, are you coming to the land?" spoke Lantu, one of the elves that came with them, into Eragon's mind.
"Yes, I'm on my way." To Nasuada, he said, "I'm needed, as I'm sure you're familiar with."
"Of course. Well, any messages to pass on?"
"Only that we may have found a home. Also…" he hesitated, wondering if he should tell her. What the hell, why not? "Give Arya and Roran and Katrina and Imsira my love. And you can have some if you wish." Grinning, she said, "I'll be sure to try. Take care of yourself. Know that you will always have a home and place to stay here and elsewhere."
"Farewell my friend. Letta copa." The mirror turned black as Eragon turned to leave, a barely noticeable tear falling down his face. Oh Arya. How I miss you. "Let's go everyone," he said out loud as he stepped out onto the deck.