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Again from the phone before work :p

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Im really not sure how to feel about Brom, I mean I know hes this big hero, killed a bunch of the foresworn, was a dragon Rider. But I mean, you cant tell Eragon youre his father, why? It was something i never got. Distracting? Maybe. But in the time of war, probably a good distraction.

The other reason, is the old coot wont stop staring at me! Yes I am a dragon, and yes at the moment the "only" free one. Except, ya know, Glaedr. But its starting to get really creepy. Even when making a plan for the next few weeks of travel the fucker didnt take his eyes off me. I think I might hate this attention.

God the Elves are going to annoy me alot arent they...

I could hear that they wanted to leave that day, which made me slightly panic. I mean, THE OTHER DRAGON RIDER IS SITTING BESIDE ME! I turned and looked at Eragon, who was trying not to listen to their conversation, but doing a poor job of it. He seemed a little... Sad? Maybe, that we were gonna be leaving soon.

Gotta figure a way to get him to touch the egg. Arya ruined my first plan by waking up... Damn elf...

Or was it two-leg?

I got up and walked over to Arya, sitting beside her, looking from the egg to Eragon. Trying to express the importance of the two together through our bond.

From his constant eyes on me, Brom seemed to pick up on my intention. But Arya ignored me in favor of planning, so I growled at her, sending a couple smoke rings towards her face.

She lightly shoo'd them away with a wave of her hands and gave me a squinted eyed look.

Seeing I was looking at the egg she said, "Yes, I understand your impatience for the egg to hatch, but thats why we have to leave. We have training to attend to, and the egg must be given a new courier to bring to cities where her Rider may be."

She looked at Brom quickly before going to pack up her belongings.

I slapped my tail in anger, something im sure stalky mcstalkerson picked up. Get your eyes off me! I sent a glare his way aswell, which only made a smirk appear on his face. Ohhhh, Oh old man you just wait till im bigger!

Arya finished packing and walked over my way, it took me a second to figure out what she was doing. Maybe she felt my anger and was going to try to calm me down. So when she bent down quickly to scoop me up I did my best to scramble away from her. She gave me a feeling of confusion, but put on a burst of speed and ended up grabbing me.

"Im not sure why you're angry with me young one, but we must be going. Brom? Shall we?" She looked to the old man.

He was still eyeing me struggle to get out of her arms, but nodded and gestured for her to lead the way. Turning to Eragon he spoke up, "It seems the great adventure of life has called this old storyteller to travel again. Im sorry for leaving you like this boy, give my regards to your uncle and cousin."

No no no! I could feel the panic setting in, the anger at myself for not being able to communicate better, and also anger at my Rider for not trying to understand me better. It was rolling around in my gut like a burning fire, making my whole body uncomfortable. I tried to wiggle free of her arms, but she just tightened them and gave me a quiet "no".

I saw red, we couldnt leave now! We cant leave Saphira's Rider behind!

Before I could think about any repercussions, I bit my Rider on her forearm. Her gasp of pain, and the phantom pain in my own right foreleg was... very unpleasant. This was the first time I had felt Arya's pain, aside from what I suspected was heartbreak for her two companions she lost, through our bond.

It was debilitating, but i managed to glide to the ground and sprint to Eragon. Climbing up to his shoulder, I held my head up high staring at Arya.

As she walked over she quickly bandaged the wound I gave her, I could feel many emotions comming from her. Surprise, pain, anger, confusion... sorrow?

"What is the matter hatchling! We must be off! It's too dangerous to stay here! There are dangerous and powerful people looking for me! And now you! Why are you acting like this... And what's this with Eragon? Did you decide you made a mistake with me?"

I growled as best I could at her, sending her my anger with that statement, I would never choose another, the past three days with her have been amazing, and my own pain from having to hurt my own Rider, The regret at the action. But also that I felt it an important action.

I tried again to look from the egg to Eragon then back to the egg.

Honestly you would think Arya was a blonde from a blonde joke at the moment. It was really frustrating, I KNOW she's a smart one.

After a couple tries of her not getting it, me getting angrier and angrier (Brom sitting there chuckling really didn't help, SPEAK UP OLD MAN!) I decided to try something. I mean im not a Normal hatchling, I do have the mentality of a 30 year old. Sometimes...

So I followed our link with all my concious thought. 'Feeling' my way into her mind. It was... exhausting. Maybe it's because my body's mind isn't ready for it yet, but it started to make me feel really drowsy. I could hear the melody from her mind that I normally felt at a muted volume in our normal contact, but didn't feel the pull from it described in the books. Huh. Maybe it's the bond at work.

Once I felt I had gone far enough through my own doorway into her mind, I used all the power in mine to concentrate on an image of Eragon in my mind. Once I was almost certain she had seen it, I showed her one of the blue egg.

Finally! Her eyes widened in understanding as she let out a small breath, and I could only let my relief flow through the bond, along with all of my drowsiness from my 'mind journey'.

I kept looking at my Rider until she had put the egg into his lap. I sighed with relief before my eyelids started to fall, overcome with extreme fatigue.

I started to slide off Eragon's shoulder, unable to catch myself.

Arya snagged me from the air, pulling me into her arms and snuggling me. She took one hand and undid the pouch tied to her belt and handed it to Eragon.

I sniffed her wound that I caused, send her regret and sadness as I licked the bandages. She sent me understanding and forgiveness which made me relax slightly.

That was until I heard a CRACK! And then all I sent to her was my smuggness and satisfaction before promptly passing out.