Mornings
Good morning, Saphira said to Eragon as he rustled around on the ground.
Hey, Eragon replied as he sat up. Was that a dream?
No it was not, Saphira said as she stretched and moved around a little.
Where is she then?
She went hunting.
I don't really trust her.
Well I do, and I know why you don't.
What do you mean?
You like her. I saw the way you looked at her yesterday. She tells the truth and is really pleasant to talk to.
You talked with her?!
Yes, I did now if you'll excuse me I want to fine my own breakfast.
Stay close.
"Hello," Saria said as she walked up to Eragon a deer in her arms.
"Hey," Eragon said. He had already started a fire, and he place his bow next to him.
"Why do you not trust me?" Saria said as she laid the deer down and plopped down by Eragon. It had seemed as though she had just become a child again her grace leaving her for a few moments. She did this to show that she was like him.
"Why do you keep so many secrets from me?" Eragon said as he looked away from her.
"You do not need to know now about them. If the time is suitable and I must I will," Saria said as she stirred around uncomfortably. "Now I guess I will let you know one." She stood up and placed her glove covered hands over the deer. Eragon could see her lips moving, but he could hear nothing. There was a flash of green light. It covered the deer and then was sucked back up into Saria's hands as the faint smell of fresh cooked meat hung in the air and spread throughout their small camp like setting.
"You can use magic?!" Eragon said shocked. He could feel his stomach begging for the food.
"Yes, I was taught by one of the best," she said as she muttered a few words and brought over a plate full of the delicious looking meat for her and Eragon to share.
They ate quickly and rested when they got done.