A/N Haha, this one was funny to write...
Saphira stared at Glaedr. Another dragon? Another MALE dragon? Curiously, she flew backward, but was startled backward.
Mind your thoughts, youngling came a voice that was not Eragon's. It was too old. She coyly glanced at the older dragon. His beautiful golden scales, the nobleness of his head, the dignity with which he flew, even though he was missing a leg.
We could have beautiful hatchlings together. Two, maybe even three! Eragon wouldn't mind; he'd be happy to see me happy. Saphira advanced toward Glaedr, giving him flirtatious glances as she drew closer.
Don't make a fool of yourself Saphira Eragon warned, noticing her movements.
Like you didn't make a fool of yourself with Nasuada, and that slut in Tronjheim, and…she paused, glancing at Eragon, Arya…
You're dead.
Don't tempt me. She touched Glaedr's mind. Hi.
Hello, young one. I'm Glaedr, your teacher. Her teacher? That's…unhappy?
I'm Saphira…I thought I was the last of the good dragons left. I'd thought the race would end with me…
Don't get any ideas youngling…
I won't Saphira replied, thinking to herself, I won't give up on the end of our race that easily…