Chapter 10
When I woke the next morning the memory of Garrow's death roared to the front of my mind and I started to cry again. I covered my head and stayed under my warm blankets. I forced the tears to go away and finally joined Brom by the fire. I could not help but hate him for a moment.
"Good morning," Brom said studying me again. Why does he do that? I asked myself. I heard Saphira chuckle through our mental link.
I grunted as my response and sat heavily down on the ground close to the fire and tried to stop shivering. When our breakfast was done we ate in silence and quickly so it would not lose its warmth.
I stood up when I finished and cleaned out my bowl and grabbed the leather and walked over to Saphira.
"What are you doing with that?" Brom asked watching me as he washed out his bowl as well and put it away in his pack.
"I am going to make Saphira a saddle," I responded.
"Ah. Dragons have two types of saddles. One is hard almost like a horse's saddle. It takes awhile to make that kind of saddle and tools that we do not have access to. The other is nothing more than a thin padding between the Rider and the dragon. It is easier to make and takes less time. Although the thin padded saddle is not as comfortable for the Rider than the hard one, but I am afraid you do not have the liberty to chose which one you prefer."
"Do you know what they look like?" I asked.
"Yes I do, but not only do I know that I can make one," Brom said rising from where he was sitting and took the leather out of my hands. I stepped aside and watched.
"Now make sure you are watching," Brom barked at me. "You never know when you are going to have to make one for yourself."
I watched Brom measure Saphira with the leather that he had taken from me. Then he sliced the pieces and made chords, which he used to combine strips that he had cut from the leather he took from me. When he looked like he was struggling with something I would hold the strips . It was a long and tedious task and I was even exhausted and I had hardly done a thing.
"There," Brom finally exclaimed breaking the silence that had over taken the camp. I looked up to see the complete saddle being placed on Saphira's back sitting between her shoulder blades. "Soon she will be big enough to ride and later she will be big enough to carry two people." Brom placed a hand on Saphira's side and looked up at her. His eyes sparkled when he looked at her, even though sometimes he tried to hide it.
I looked at Saphira and smiled at her. How does it feel? I asked her through our mental link.
It feels good. It is a perfect fit. Brom made it where you can adjust it as I grow.
Good. I am glad you like it.
Me too, little one, I am looking forward to the day were we can fly together.
I hesitated for a moment before responding, me too.
Do not lie, little one. It won't be like our first time. This time you have a saddle.
True. I look forward to it as well.
Good. You didn't sound forced to say that like you did a few moments ago.
Because, I was not. I cut the connection and put some snow in the pot and let it melt over the camp fire to make some stew.
"Now we are going to need some horses if you plan to get revenge on the Ra'zac."
"Horses?" I asked.
"Yes horses. It would be better to use horses than to walk. You cannot catch up with Ra'zac or get away from them on foot. Are you in insane to think that?" Brom said looking at me with an odd expression.
"We have Saphira though. She is faster than any horses on the land."
"She is not big enough to carry you and defiantly not big enough to carry two. So at the moment you have to deal with riding a horse for your source of transportation."
He is right little one, Saphira said through our mental link.
I know, I know.
"Fine," I finally responded to Brom. "Where do you plan on getting horses?"
"Theirnsford, our next destination."