A/N: Hello, and welcome to Winter Light. I was out ice-skating when I came up with this storyline. Please review. Thx, Zillac.
Eragon and Saphira soared over Elesméra's vast landscape. It was mid-winter, and a sheet of snow covered the ground. Oromis had given them the week off due to Eragon's back spasms. Eragon was pondering on what to give Arya for her birthday.
"You don't have to give her something that fancy." Saphira yelled over the roaring wind.
"She's a princess! And it's her birthday!" he yelled back.
"She's a friend too, you know."
Eragon sighed and shifted position. He was lucky Arya was still talking to him. He had thought that their friendship might have been ruined upon her seeing the farith. It almost had been. But he couldn't help but see her in the way he did… or feel the way he did.
"I can read your thoughts, you know." Saphira said.
The wind had lessened, and Eragon felt safe to look to Saphira's starboard side. A large pond spread out below them, covered with a thin sheet of ice. A light bulb went on in his head.
"Saphira, do elves ice-skate?"
"Ice-what?"
"Skate. Lend me your strength."
Eragon tried to find the correct wording, and then grasped the magic that came to him.
"Frezen du adurna!" he shouted.
The water below gradually turned to ice, using most of Eragon's strength. When it looked solid, he let go.
"Land, Saphira."
"What!! It'll crack under my weight!"
"Just do it."
Saphira headed downward slowly. She placed one cautious foot on the ice, then gradually the other, ready to spring into the air at a moment's notice. The ice groaned, but didn't break. Eragon jumped off. He hit the ice with his feet, slid, and landed on is butt. Saphira took a step, then another, and finally started walking around. She walked in a circle, then in a straight line. It was then that she slid and ran into a nearby snow bank. Eragon laughed, but stopped when a giant snowball was flung at him.
"Serves you right." Saphira laughed.
Eragon dug himself out of the snow and laughed. After he hurled a snowball at Saphira, only to get hit with one even bigger than the last, he was frozen.
"Letttts ggo hhome." he said, shivering.
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After Eragon got some rest, he went off to see Rhunön. When he got to the forge, he greeted her and put a small piece of paper on the counter.
"I need a blade." He said.
She looked up at him, and then went back to her chain mail.
"A blade comes with a handle, a blade and a handle makes a sword, a sword is a weapon, and I vowed not to make weapons." she said.
Eragon rolled his eyes.
"Not this blade." he said, gesturing toward the paper.
She put down her chain mail and looked at the piece of paper. She studied it for a minute, and then grinned.
"I know what these are for. Nice invention, but I don't make weapons."
Eragon took the paper from her. His drawing of a boot attached to a blade some how looked to Rhunön like a weapon. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not stupid. You want to put these on in battle and have your dragon fly low. Then you can kick people and the blade will slice through flesh."
Eragon, try as he might stop it, burst out laughing.
"Actually, these are a way humans like to have fun. And they're not for battle, they're for ice." Eragon stated.
"Fine. I will make these, but if they ever, ever, draw blood, a terrible curse will overwhelm you."
"Understood. I will see you soon then, Rhunön-elda." Eragon said, bowing before he left.
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