He plucked on a few blades of grass and began to weave, he changed the design every time, each model surpassing the last in complexity. Eragon opened his eyes and smiled gently, pleased at his work, it was a beautiful little ship, he slid a small parchment inside and blew on it enchanting it for long life and a safe journey without a word.
It sailed off into the starry night floating upon nothing, within a few days it would reach Arya. "Arya" he half whispered, half prayed. They had been communicating to each other for close to fifty years.
"it won't be long now little one" Saphira consoled.
"I know! Looking forward to seeing Firnen?"
A strange mood coloured the Dragon's mind for a second, but she quickly regained her control so as not to subject Eragon to any more longing. She huffed in response.
Eragon stood up from the grassy hill and looked over at his city. Saphira watched him with one eye. Arucane, the great city of Dragon, rider, Elf, Dwarf, Werecat, Urgal and even a human from time to time. It's scale was unmatched by any other standing city, built to reflect all the races of Alagaesia, in unison, Arucane was a true marvel of the known world. The roads could allow two large dragons to comfortable walk side by side, all the houses could dwarf even the size of the largest human palaces.
Like the elves, the riders expressed their love of nature through their architecture, but since a dragon needed a more robust living quarters than that of wood and leaves, the majority of buildings seemed to be crafted out of a living rock, the stone houses seemed to of grown out of the Earth.
At night the city shone like a star, the thousands of small lanterns added a comfortable light which reflected on the small ponds that dotted the city.
"It takes my breath away every time I lay my eyes upon it Saphira."
"So it should it is the greatest city in the world" she rebutted.
"Perhaps, but Farthen Dûr is bigger, and Du weldenvarden is more aligned with nature "
"But this is the city where hatchlings were born again, and the Riders came back to the world, where the young become masters and the weak are formed to heroes."
"When did you get so wise?"
Saphira huffed, her mind coloured with a hint of pride "I have always been wise, but as you get wiser you seem to notice more often".
Saphira stood up, now almost twice as large as she was when the mad king died, Eragon jumped up onto her back, no easy task, but still with grace before flying of to their tower in the centre of the city.
"We shall tell the pupils in the morning" Saphira stated.
"I hope they are ready".