The slave girl woke up curled around the dragon hatchling. Last night had been wonderful. Sarah had told her all about the dragon Rider's history, and told her that, much to the slave girl's confusion, there had never been a female Rider before. Sarah had even taken the liberty to announce to the man in charge that she was sick and wouldn't be able to move until she was better. Sure, it meant staying in her closet for the rest of the day, but at least she got to spend time with her hatchling.
The dragon hatchling yawned and the slave girl felt it wake up. Her hatchling licked her cheek in greeting, and settled contentedly as the slave girl leaned against the back wall to the closet. She stroked the hatchling's scaly hide, and it made a purring sound in response. Fingering the spineless spot that joined its neck and shoulders, she wondered what it would be like to fly. She wouldn't be able to keep the hatchling indoors all the time. But she cringed at the thought of being caught outside at night. If she was caught, no doubt she would be whipped. And she wouldn't be able to focus enough to tell the hatchling to stay away.
And then the hatchling would be discovered. She looked down at her hatchling's dark form in from of her, and felt tears come to her eyes. At the hatchling's worry, she shook her head. She would not cry. She would get through this. She would set them free. The both of them. A sneaking thought crept into her mind. And then what? Galbatorix would look for them, and the Varden would want them as well. But she didn't want to fight. That would be no better than being a slave. Except her emotions would be torn up much more than her body. A small smile crept up her face, and her eyes sparkled. Maybe, just maybe, with her dragon, she could find her parents. Speaking of which, she had to name her dragon. She opened the door to her closet a crack to look at the dragon figure properly. She sent her thoughts to her dragon, and after several minutes, the point that they were choosing a name for the dragon was made.
"There's a few names that Sarah told last night...ummm….Fundor?"
The dragon hatchling snarled in response.
"Okay…..ummmm…..Ophelia?"
She felt the dragon hatchling's amusement, and it wrinkled its nose and made a soft grating sound. Bewildered, she went into panic until she realized that it was laughing at her. Whereupon she glared at it icily until it stopped and looked at her apologetically.
"Alright then…..Beroan?"
The dragon's nose twitched in response. Not knowing whether that was a yes or a no, she decided to go on.
"Gretiem?"
She could practically taste the dragon's rejection of that name.
"Galzra?" Again the dragon rejected the name.
"Vanilor?" She felt her hatchling consider it, but he also rejected that one. The slave girl strained her mind for another name.
"Hirador?"
Something clicked in her mind, and the dragon's satisfaction nearly overwhelmed her. She smiled.
"So you are a boy. And your name is Hirador," she whispered.
Yes.
Her smile faded to be replaced with an expression of shock.
"You-you just talked to me!"
Hirador looked startled for a moment, as if he had not expected her to hear him. The he started squeaking with such vigor that she had to close the door again. When her eyes adjusted to complete darkness once more, she saw him jumping up and down, flapping his wings.
His excitement washed over her, making her giddy as well.
Yes, Neena, yes!
"Wait….what did you just call me?" she asked, and he stopped jumping and flapping and crawled over to her, sitting in her lap and looking at her, a determined expression in his big golden eyes.
Your name is Neena.
A/N I know, short once more, but with every short chapter I submit, the faster the next chapter will be submitted. So the next chapter will probably be updated sometime today or early tomorrow. Most likely today though. Well, give me some feed back on the names please! Tell me if you like them. Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter. Cya!