As the Talíta drifted down the Edda River, all was peaceful. The elf boat rocked with the ebb and flow of the river, a man and a dragon sat in unity, and plans were being made.
It should be high, with plains, rivers, and woods a plenty.
Perhaps we base it on Doru Araeba. Make a shadow of what once was. Saphira hummed, pleased with the decision.
I'd like that. Those halls were magnificent.
As they lapsed into silence, Eragon thought he spotted something. he muttered a spell under his breath that would magnify the horizon. He was not mistaken.
"Kömunra, come see this. I think we need to make a stop."
*HELLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! So, I've been a bit (and when I say a bit...) obsessed with the Inheritance cycle. I'm even making a dictionary for The Ancient Language! I'm hoping to take this fic pretty far, but If you have suggestions for what the word for "home" is in The Ancient Language, I'd be much obliged. Elrun Ono, un Sé onr sverdar hvass.