We should stay here. Saphira said to Eragon in her soothing voice and they sat on the beach by a fire. Off the coast one of the giant, gentle fish they had seen earlier jumped in a majestic arch. The warm breeze blew over the pair, fragrant with exotic scents and sea air. The island was beautiful, some of the greatest beauty Eragon had ever seen.
What about the land to the north? Thorn asked. The island itself was uninhabited, but only about 30 miles north there seemed to be a vast, well populated continent.
"I don't think the people there venture here. There's no signs of any civilization." Murtagh answered.
"It is big enough for the young dragons to grow and thrive after they've hatched." Eragon nodded his head and furrowed his brows.
And the air smells good! The little pink dragon piped up, eager to join the discussion. Cinder had only hatched a month ago. Sadly, she would never pair with a rider, she was not feral like other dragons hatched without a rider, but was not like Saphira and Thorn either. Gladr had conjectured that some of the eggs might hatch like that because they were so eager to start life after being captive for so long. Zephyr, an emerald green dragon, and Nimbus, a bronze dragon had also hatched. The males, Zephyr and Nimbus grew much faster than Cinder and did not share in her temperament. They did not speak much to Murtagh and Eragon, preferring only the company of their fellow dragons.
Yes little one, the air smells wonderful. Saphira nudged Cinder playfully. So it's settled. This will be the new home of the dragon riders.
"But what to name it?" Murtagh mused.
Eragon looked thoughtful for a moment then pronounced. "It's a place of new beginnings. Ilistra."