A/N: i know it took forever to update, but a lot of stuff has been going on lately, but here is the next chappy... pleeze R&R!!!
She watched patiently as Eragon carried her across the fields. When he came to the dark forest, she was confused.
What are you doing? I thought I was going to stay in your house, not out here like some wild animal. I want to be inside where it is nice and warm, not out here in the cold! Can't you see that there is snow on the ground?
Eventually Eragon seemed to find a tree that he liked and, to say the least, Saphira didn't like the idea of her living in a tree, alone, in the cold for who knows how long.
Wait. What do you think you are doing? I am defiantly not living in a tree.
The next thing she knew, Eragon made a noose and put it around her neck.
Oh no! He is trying to kill me! Air, I need air! I can't believe he is trying to kill me! What did I do? I don't think that I did anything worth him trying to strangle me. Ok, I might have gone a little overboard with the three phases of torture, but I didn't do enough for him to try and kill me! I mean, phase three didn't even work because I couldn't even talk to him mentally yet!
Eventually Eragon must have gotten the idea that Saphira thought he was trying to strangle her because he untied the noose from around her neck and made a makeshift harness for her legs. That calmed Saphira down a little.
I am glad to have the noose from around my neck. Ok, I might have gotten a little over dramatic when I thought he was trying to strangle me, but I had good reason. I am just glad to know that he is not trying to strangle me.
Saphira wandered around the tree, going as far as her leash would let her. The whole time she was wandering around the tree, she was also keeping an eye on what Eragon was doing. As far as she could tell, he was building her a tree house high in the branches. After he had built the house, he filled the inside with rags and stashed the dried meat that he had brought with them. Eragon must have decided that the house probably wasn't warm enough after the tree swayed and snow fell, because he hung some rags over the front of the house, to help keep the heat in, Saphira thought.
When Eragon picked her up and tried to put her in the tree house, she wiggled and tried to get free. She had made up her mind, or so she thought, that she wasn't going to stay out here in the tree house, in the snow, all alone.
What do you think you are doing? I am not staying out here in the cold snow all alone… oh look food!
She ate a piece of meat, curled up and blinked coyly at him. When he told her that she should be fine as long as she stayed in the tree house, she just gave him a blank look and blinked again.
Obviously he had thought that she didn't understand him because he reached out with his mind and impressed one idea: Stay here. Saphira stopped moving and cocked her head at him. When he pressed the idea harder, she sent him a grim acknowledgement and she felt him withdraw his mind.
Well, I certainly don't want to stay here, but I will if I have to. I just hope he ends up feeling bad about this.