I detest Urgals Eragon thought as he walked through the Varden camp. No, I loathe them. They killed Murtagah, and Brom, and Ajihad. He wanted to kill them, to smash them between two rocks. Let them die slowly, knowing Eragon Shadeslayer had defeated them.
Little one, hush! If Nasuada trusts them, so should you. She's your liegelord Saphira stated.
Eragon snorted. Liegelord? More like liegelady. He burst out laughing, doubling up to try and hide from the stares of the Varden's warriors.
That's better. That's the Eragon I know. Those elves changed you-us, actually. You look different. And you're more serious…more grown up? It looks undignified to see a Rider doubled up by the side of the road through camp, laughing like a maniac.
Riders have lives besides being a Rider, you know Eragon retorted. Like…he paused, trying to remember when he'd last done something a normal teenager would do.
That time hunting in Ellesmera Saphira interjected. Except for the part where you flipped out when you ate the meat. She chortled, releasing a jet of steam.
Stop it, you're scaring the soldiers. It was true, quite a few of them had hurried away in fright after Saphira laughed.
A/N Stop, I know they aren't up to my normal caliber of work…maybe I'll rewrite them sometime over the winter and repost them, but for now…for now I just want to post them.