NOTE:
All Characters, Locations, and General book-related things mentioned belong not to me, but to the great and masterful Christopher Paolini. I take no credit in any of the aforementioned things, although I would love to.
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The feel of cool wind over her shining blue wings was just too much for Saphira. She let out a rumble of laughter before spiraling through the air, leaving the human on her back clinging to her desperately, trying to stay on.
Riding Saphira had always been exciting for Eragon. As soon as he thought he was used to being so far above ground, he would raise into the air on Saphiras back and his breath was stolen from him. Who would have thought that he, a simple farm boy from the tiny village of Carvahall, would ever be riding on the back of a dragon?
The view is amazing up here! Look at all those trees, Eragon said excitedly to Saphira through their mental link. They soared over Du Weldenvarden, seeing nothing but trees for miles into the distance.
I told you, little one. You work to hard. Without a word, she looped through the air again, causing Eragon to emit a wild whoop as he held on to one of the formidable spikes on her head.
As their flight stabilized, Eragon grew serious. You know it's necessary, Saphira. We have no chance of defeating Galbatorix if the two of us spend all day up in the clouds.
'Tis true, she admitted, grumbling. I still don't like it.
You don't need to like it, you just need to agree to it. Eragon chuckled as Saphira turned her head to look at him for a moment, and Eragon could have sworn she rolled her eyes at him. He felt a tendril of magic poke at his consciousness, but before he could block it, a melodic voice reverberated through his mind.
Come at once. The Queen awaits you.
Arya? Eragon thought, his brows furrowed in concentration. What could be so important that Arya needed to contact him mentally? He felt a bit of unease and worry in Saphira, and comfortingly pat her scaly neck for a moment.
Yes. Come, Argetlam. Her presence snapped away from his mind instantly, and Saphira locked her wings, descending towards Ellesméra.