Eragon helped wrap Telsy's body and strap her to Cyvr's saddle.
He turned around to face Saphira and realized Islanzadí had disappeared.
She followed Arya. Saphira filled him in.
Eragon was conflicted for another moment but Cyvr shook his wings in preparation for flight. Realizing someone with thumbs had to be there to get Telsy off Cyvr's back, Eragon quickly mounted Saphira.
Right before the two dragons could take flight, Eragon heard the distant sound of wings. Turning around in the saddle, he looked to the sky and fell speechless for a moment.
Eragon had flown to Uru'baen in V-formation with the other dragons but had never been able to see the twenty-six dragons fly in this form. From the ground, Eragon could easily see the rainbow colors reflecting the sunset with blues and oranges.
With a small flap of his wings, Cyvr was in the air and Saphira followed. Cyvr took the head of the formation while Saphira trailed at the end.
As the funeral procession moved south towards the Beor Mountains, Eragon had a thought.
All dragons and Riders end up in the Vault of Souls, right? I can just open it again and we can speak to Telsy!
Saphira sighed in their mental connection.
We should not disturb them, Eragon. She said. They made quite an effort pulling Galbatorix and Shruikan in. It is wrong to use your talent for selfish purposes.
Eragon didn't say anything for a moment but eventually nodded.
Telsy and Vrael have been reunited at least.
As the dragons neared the spot where Brom was laid to rest, Eragon and Saphira had to move up to take point of the formation to lead them in. As the crystal tomb came into view, one other startling thing came into view. On the ground next to Brom's gravesite was a red dragon and a man.
Eragon slid off Saphira's back and approached his half-brother cautiously. The other Riders stood by, watching Murtagh and Thorn.
"Hello, brother." Murtagh said. "I hope you don't mind us intruding the funeral."
"How did you know Telsy was dead?" Eragon asked.
"I was the last one who spoke to her." Murtagh responded. "I was able to get on the roof while everyone else was preoccupied with Galbatorix being dragged off by that strange cloud."
"What did she say?" Nälí asked. Behind him, his orange dragon Erisdärné shifted.
Murtagh gave the elf a short glance. "It was between her and me." He said curtly.
Nälí's eyebrows rose- which was a feat in itself, his eyebrows being so high already.
Murtagh shook his head.
"It doesn't matter anyway. I couldn't save her regardless. I would just like to see her one last time."
Eragon nodded and led Murtagh over to Cyvr. Murtagh slowly approached the white dragon but after some encouragement untied the rope that bound Telsy to Cyvr. He carried Telsy over to Brom's tomb and laid her down beside him.
Cyvr shifted his wings and moved to stand directly over Telsy as Eragon and the other Riders collected rocks to cover her body. Using the same technique Saphira used when she made Brom's gemstone tomb, Cyvr opened his mouth and began streaming fire over the rocks while the other Riders chanted a spell. Murtagh and Eragon stood off to the side, watching the transformation.
Within seconds the rocks became clear and Telsy was immortalized under the stones.