Hey guys. Here's the next chapter. Also I don't own the Inheritance Cycle.
As soon as the sun touched the horizon, Firnen angled downward and we landed. My arms were numb from carrying the huge egg, and Arya leaped down first. She took the egg from my arms as Firnen settled down as low as he could go and, freed from my burden, I swung one leg over the his colossal back and slid down his side, attempting to slow my self on his scales but gaining only some small cuts on my hands. I sat down on the hard ground with a bump, and lay there for a few seconds. Arya offered me a hand and I accepted, leaving smears of blood on her hand as she pulled me to my feet. She looked at the ruby smears on her own hand, then took my hand in both of hers once more. Muttering under her breath, I looked on, amazed when the cuts started to close, eventually ending up as faint scars crisscrossing my hand. Arya pulled down two bedrolls and set them up. She pulled out a few vegetables and offered me something that looked like a carrot. I accepted the root and settled down, nibbling on it and wishing I could have some meat. As though she read my mind, Arya said
"Dragon riders don't eat meat. It goes against our moral code." As that sunk in-no meat ever? She laughed like a set of the windchimes people hung up outside their windows in my village.
"After a few lessons, you will understand," She said. I finished my carrot, surprised to find myself full and satisfied. I heaved my egg over to the bedroll Arya had designated as "mine" And settled down. We were going to sleep near the pile of emeralds that was Firnen. The material of the bedrolls was unlike any I'd ever seen, slick and soft and warm. I tugged at it, and it was sturdier than leather. I set down my egg next to it and settled down inside. It soon grew warm, although a harsh wind cut at my face. I felt rather then saw Arya settle into her own bed before feeling an emence shadow slice across my face. I opened my eyes in shock, watching as Firnen's great green wing settled over us, cutting off the wind that was irritating me so much. I fell into fitfull slumber, full of unsettling dreams of falling.
The next morning, I awoke to Arya heating up a dish over a small fire. She pulled the lid off and the delishous smell of a vegetable cassarole wafted out. I sat up and got out of my sleeping bag, shivering when the icy morning air bit at my bare legs. I pulled on my shoes and hurried over to the fire, sighing in relief as the warmth chased the chill away. Arya noticed me shivering and stood up, walking over to the saddlebags hanging off of the saddle she had removed last night. She rummaged in them for a second, her back to me, before coming back with a set of elven pants and a shirt that matched hers. She handed them to me and I changed quickly, shivering as the cold air rushed over my bare skin. Soon I was clothed in the extremely baggy clothing and warming up much faster. I neatly folded my dirty dress and accepted the belt Arya handed to me, looping it around my waist. She helped me roll up my sleeves and pant legs, then stood back to admire her handiwork. It was then that the two of us spoke for the first time that morning.
"Thank you," I said gratefully. She nodded contemplatively.
"It's not much, but it'll do until we get to Ellesmerelda." She put the saddle back on Firnen, adjusted all the straps and hefted me up before handing me my giant purple egg. She rolled up the sleeping bags and put out the fire before jumping on in front of me.
"Fly!" She cried and Firnen leaped upward, carrying us to Ellesmerelda.
Ok, so I'll write the next chapter as soon as I get one more review.