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Oh. Ohhhh. Ooohhhh my god! How do you even find a spot that feels that good to be scratched... I couldnt help nor really want to try and stop the hum I let out as Arya scratched behind my jaw. I unconsciously pushed harder into her fingers and tilted my head a bit to allow her access to the scales that REALLY needed it.

I let out a sigh of pleasure. What an amazing way to wake up. But, I dont deserve it.

I shifted my head and pulled away from her hands, radiating melancholy.

"Mmm," Arya hummed, "what is it now my dragon?"

I let her feel my guilt again, and also my regret, while sniffing her injury. I had smelt it as soon as I woke. It seems she held me the entire time, not healing herself of it. She had told me she could use magic in the past couple days, so at least there was a reason I would know.

"Ive already forgiven you, I know you know that, so stop this. It does not fit for a magnificent being such as yourself to act this way for something so small. After all, a small amount of pain for a new Dragon and Rider, is but a small price." She lean down and rested her forehead on mine, whispering the next part to me. "As for not healing it, I would like a reminder that my Dragon, my partner, managed to be more intelligent and more patient than myself at barely 5 days old. A constant reminder to communicate and listen to your thoughts, to help us better understand each other. I hope you understand I was just trying to protect us."

I just, sat there in shock. Drinking in her happiness and love. Before letting out a deep hum, as deep as I could anyway, and repeating her action.

"Look," She whispered, "isnt she the most brilliant blue?"

I craned my neck around, searching for her. Brom was sitting on a fallen log watching the fire for... I dont know, but he seemed interested in it, apparently now that there were two Dragons he didnt feel the need to creep on me anymore. I snorted, but shifted my attention to the Dragon on the lap of Eragon next to him.

To start off, my favorite color is blue, so it's already not fair. I couldn't tear my eyes away, much to the amusement of Arya apparently. It really wasn't fair, her scales were the most vibrant, brilliant, amazing-

How many words can you use when describing scales?

Regardless. IT WASNT FAIR. Like, silver is a nice color, I can't deny that. The green accenting my form WAS an awe inspiring color. But blue!

I'm gonna be staring at her constantly, and it's not fair, these damn two legs are going to think I'm infatuated. But it's just my favorite color!

Oh... I might have to keep an eye on how often I'm using "Two legs." Or, well... does it matter anymore? Probably not...

Meh, I'll cross that bridge later I guess.

Anyway, this absolutely beautifully colored Dragon was already staring at me. Apparently my interaction with Arya interested her. I Think. I'm going by the tiniest twitch of the tip of her tail. But I'm honestly not sure where I'm getting the info. Instinctively maybe?

I stored that thought away before turning back to my Rider and connecting our foreheads again, humming in confirmation. She gave a laugh. One I've only heard when we were playing our game. As she'd watch me spiral to the ground, feeling my happiness and excitement.

I bet Eragon is staring at her right now. I thought amused.

I looked at her travel bag, send her a curious feeling.

"Not today, we have decided giving Eragon and the hatchling at least a day to get more aquainted. Ideally we would both have more time, but, well... Its safer to be off as soon as possible." She continued to scratch the same spot as before. "Im so proud of you, my Dragon," she whispered to me again. "I saw those images clear as any fairth I could make. Well done. Now sleep, we must be off at first light."

Shortly after, the crackling of the fire, and the hum enducing scratches lured me to sleep.

Something was sniffing me, I could hear the snort and quick breathing taking in my scent. Cracking a silver eyelid open, I spotted a blue scaled leg step across my vision followed by a tail.

I also had been put back on the ground, again. I could barely see the light beginning the day poking through the trees as I slowly opened both eyes fully.

Arya and the rest were packing up the campsite. Eragon, it seems, had gone out last night to catch a few rabbits. Presumably for Saphira. But the smell made my stomach grumble.

Another snort to my right had me turning my attention to the walking ball of brilliant blue beside me. She was very lithe for a Dragon, or at least I assumed. But her wing arms and muscles made it look like she was made for the sky.

Her color is the perfect camouflage up there... Maaann im so jelous...

I turned my head, sniffing her back. She seemed to tense minutely, but the smell was like... I dont know how else to describe it, but like a dragon. There was this faint smell along with it. Almost like the smell of a fresh breeze early in the morning when there is still that small chill in the air. Right before fall hits. It was... pleasant, i guess.

She let my finish my inspections, looking at her legs, wings, tail. I can now say that I like the dual colors of my wings over a straight, one colored one.

My stomach growling brought me back to the fact that i was hungry. Im sure I could catch at least a small breakfast before we had to leave.

That was another thing... Where the hell were we going? The Varden? I would assume the elves, but do we have to go through a Brom training montage before that? What about the Urgal attack? So many things that I have absolutely no idea if they will still happen, or when they will happen.

But, back to my hunger. I turned from the blue dragon and walked a few step to the trees to catch something, when a small weight hit me in the flank. Apparently my dismissal of her made her angry, because I ended up barrel rolling accross the ground.

She didnt! I got up and growled at the dragoness. I would have roared but I feel it would've been more of a squeak and I wasn't ready for that embarrassment. I felt amusement across my bond and looked towards Arya.

She had the biggest smirk on her face, so I let her know how angry I was. She let out a chuckle before I felt her presence in my mind. Well, are you going to show her how strong a real dragon is? Or run with your tail between you legs?

This time I did roar. Surprisingly it wasnt a squeak, but it definitely wasnt a roar, somewhere in the middle. It was also not as loud as I wanted it, but ill take it! Yes to the rapid growth of Dragons! Saphira seemed a little shocked at my showing, so I took advantage of it.

Rushing as fast as my legs could carry me I bowled her over, sending us both tumbling along the ground. I could hear Arya laughing along with Brom while Eragon panicked.

The play fight didnt last long, after all she was just a day old and I had a week of growth and muscle on me. So after the last roll, I managed to get on top of her and pin her beneath me.

She gave a slight whimper, but continued to struggle. I did my best to use images of me hunting rodents, and feelings of hunger to show her I was hungry and thats why I was upset. She seemed to calm down in understanding after that.

I gave her a sniff quickly, checking to see if I hurt her. Everything seemed to check out, so I gave her a comforting nuzzle to show I held no ill will and got off her. Planning to head out to hunt some food.

And was promptly picked up by my Rider. I immediately let her know my displeasure and hunger.

"We have to leave, we are packed and ready. Besides, I know a proficient hunter like you can catch breakfast on the move."

I huffed, but accepted the compliment greedily.

Huh... Dragons arent all that scary if you can manipulate them by praise...

I couldnt help but give in, content and happy in Arya's arms. Just enjoying the closeness. After all im growing fast and probably wouldnt be able to enjoy moments like these soon.

AN: How would you feel about random POV changes. I had thought about some Arya ones but i aint sure yet.

Lemme know