Welcome, Líadáin, daughter of Kith and Belle. And welcome, Ianthe, daughter of Cuaroc and Linera.
The voices of a lot of dragons sounded in their heads. Líadáin bowed hers. Greetings, mighty dragons.
Eragon told us about the quest. The deep, rumbling voice of Umaroth filled her head. He talked for the other dragons most of the time.
Good. So, which one of you is going with us? Now that she had to go, she was impatient to leave. The old dragons were known for their long talks of lecture. That was something she did not want after her talk with Eragon.
The dragons kept silent. For a minute... Two... Five...
She tapped with her foot on the wooden floor, impatient. The whole room was made of wood.
Tight, shining dark wood. 6 shelves hung on the wall, and each shelf was covered with purple silken pillows, the Eldunarí lying on top of those. Some of the pillows were empty. There were no windows, but The room was lit by lanterns, standing in every corner. On a chair next to the door sat Cuaroc, guarding the Eldunarí.
Your soul is getting darker every day, Líadáin. Watch out for yourself.
Valdr. The oldest dragon never really spoke to anyone. She was honoured and insulted at the same time. I do not understand you, Valdr-elda.
Oh, but you do. You know exactly what he means, and you have noticed it yourself, Líadáin. But instead of fighting it, you embrace it. Umaroth answered instead of Valdr.
Her breathing fastened. She made the wall around her mind even stronger. You speak in riddles, Umaroth-elda. From the back of her head she could hear Ianthe talking to the Eldunarí.
Am I?
Líadáin growled softly. I do not know what you mean. There is nothing wrong with my... soul.
There is. Something must've happened to you. We cannot put our finger on it. Perhaps you would like to tell us what happened to you?

Her lips and mouth became dry. How could they know? Nobody knew, exept her brother, Irgaf and Ianthe.
You haven't told them anything, have you? She snapped at Ianthe only.
I would never dare. Ianthe sounded insulted.
That means we are right. Maybe it is a good idea to tell Eragon. He might be able to help you.
She scowled. Eragon. He will not be able to help me. No one will. I don't even know with what he should help me. I don't know what you're talking about. Let us please get this over with. Who is coming with us?
I am.
Her eyes widened. Glaedr-elda! Are you sure? This mission is not that important!
I am sure.

What a special day. Líadáin thought to herself. Valdr talks to me and Glaedr is coming with us on a quest.
But... Why? Ianthe asked.
You're doubting our choice, Ianthe? Umaroths voice came fiercely.
Ianthe bowed down her head. Of course not, Umaroth-elda.
Good. Glaedr responded. Now, off you go. You have a lot to prepare before we go.
Líadáin bowed and turned to leave.
And, oh, Líadáin? Please heed our warning. We would regret it if we lost you. The voice of Umaroth sounded sad.
Líadáin opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so she bowed again and left with Ianthe on her side.

Her hands were sweaty and het breathing fast as she left the dark room of the Eldunarí for the sunlit hall.
"What just happened!" She said loudly. Her mind was racing, one thought even unlikelier then the other.
Well, you just got a warning from a bunch of dragons, and you know they are right even though you do not want them to. Ianthe answered dryly.
That was a rhetorical question. Líadáin growled back. She brought her hands to her now rosy and hot cheeks. "I just don't understand!"
Ianthe softly pushed her nose against her back. Lets go home. They might hear us here.
Líadáin nodded wildly. "Yes, lets go home. We have a lot to pack before we leave."

The bell of lunchtime rung as they reached the tree-house on the edge of the city. Líadáin, sitting on the back of Ianthe, stopped to look at it. She had sung it herself, out of the big tree.
It had two stories, both with a giant window in it for Ianthe to fly trough. 6 steps led to the round front door. In the lower floor, she had a small kitchen, and a sitting room. Her bedroom was in the upper story, just as her writing table and her books.
It had been her home for the last 40 years. It gave her a lump in her troath as she remembered she had to leave it behind soon.
But it was for the better good. She swallowed the lump away. "Come on, my darling. Just let me pack, and you can go say goodbye to Ekarun." Ianthe snorted. "I know you want to!" Líadáin laughed as she slid out of the saddle and climbed down the front leg of Ianthe.
"Now off you go. I will call you when we leave." Ianthe looked doubtful, her purple eyes focused on Líadáin's. She had to laugh. "Go!"
With two flaps of her wings, Ianthe got loose from the ground. With one last look back, she flew away.
Líadáin sighed as she entered her house. Her mind was running through the stuff she had to take. Provisions, a blanket, water, a map.../And so on. She was just busy stuffing dried fruits and some bread in a bag she could attach to her saddle when Irgaf walked down the stairs.
"Hey there, purple-eye." He said grinning.
She looked up and rolled her eyes. "Gosh you're funny. What were you doing up there?"
"Taking a nap." He ducked down not to hit his horns on the wooden ceiling. "And?"
Líadáin pulled a face. "Du Weldenvaren. And then Dras-Leona. And then to my brother." She smiled saying it.
Irgaf shrugged, plumping down in one of her comfortable armchairs. "Not that bad, is it?" He smiled back at her, happy for her. "I'm glad he let you see your brother. Which Eldunarí is going with you."
The smile disappeared. "Glaedr." She stopped packing and leaned on the table. "I think they suspect something. Valdr said my soul was getting darker." She stood still for a while and then continued to pack. "And they said I embraced it."
"Wow. That is... shocking." He scratched into the wood of the chair with one of his long nails. "Maybe they meant something else. You don't know. Just go on your quest, we'll see when you get back, alright? And you don't know what your brother has found..."
"You're right, I don't. But I will found out soon. Not soon enough, though."
Irgaf snorted. "Nothing ever is soon enough for you, Li. You have to have patience. One step at a time."
She closed her bag and placed her hands on her hips. "I have all the patience in the world. Now, get up. I have to go."
"Alright, alright." He stood up and smiled at her. "I'll miss you, Li,"
She bit her lip and smiled back. "I'll miss you too, Ir." She walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. "I'll be back soon. Take care of yourself, alright?"
She picked up her bag, called Ianthe with her mind and with a last wave to Irgaf they left.
After quickly picking up the Eldunarí of Glaedr they left, heading to Alagaësia.

Eragon had watched them from his window. He had watched Líadáin attach her bag to her saddle, and he saw her carefully putting the Eldunarí of Glaedr in her bag. He had watched them take off and now he watched them as they were flying.
The sun reflected on the scale of Ianthe and from his position it looked like an Amethyst was flying in the air. The dark silhouette that was Líadáin sat on top of the dragon. He couldn't see more then the silhouette because of the sun.
"She has changed, don't you think?"
Saphira, who was just licking her front paw, looked up at him. No, I don't think so. She always was the only one who stood up against you. Is that why you think she has changed?
Eragon turned around to look his blue dragon in the eyes. "No! Of course not. It's just that she is... away. She sits in her house almost all the time."
Maybe she is grieved because her brother has not long to live anymore. Maybe she wasn't feeling well. Saphira's gaze softened. Maybe you're right. You should ask the Eldunarí. If anyone knows, its them.
Eragon pressed his lips together. "Why don't you think they have changed? Haven't you noticed?"
No, I haven't noticed. And maybe you haven't noticed, but it is quite difficult to pay attention to every trained Rider and the young ones I am training every day.
Eragon sighed and walked over to her, scratching her jaw. "I'm sorry, Saphira. I know you're busy. I am, too, but it is our job as the leaders of the Riders to pay attention to every one of them." He turned back to the window, just in time to see the little purple shining spot disappear against the horizon. "I'll ask them when they get back."
Oh yeah, because asking why she was so absent went very well, too./Saphira answered sarcastically.

Hi there! So here you go: the second chapter. This was quite difficult to write for me! So sorry it isn't very long, I promise the next chapters will be a bit longer! I will post it as soon as I have it finished, but I am writing another fanfic and three stories so it could take a while hehe. And also, English isn't my first language so if you find something that is not right, please tell.
Oh yeah. I got a question if this is ExA? It is not. They will not be together, I just imagined that when they got the chance they would be writing each other. Just because Líadáin thinks the letters are loveletters doesn't mean they are. And I imagine that Eragon just would be /thinking/ he still was in love with Arya, even though it has probably faded over the years but he doesn't want to admit it, or something? Anyways, you'll see how I work this out ;).
That's all!
Till next time !