CP owns a very magical land

It had been a full month since that beautiful egg hatched for her. At first she hadnt been able to realize how much it affected her, thinking too much about the two close friends she just lost in the Shades ambush. But a few days later started to notice, and now she wouldn't have it any other way.

Ever since her father died she had always felt like a part of her was just... missing...

She had thought Faolin was the person to fill that spot, but over the years grew to realize that, that just wasn't the case. They were only good friends.

She had wanted to be a Rider since she was young, when she met Oromis and Gleadr. The very thought that she carried the same marking as the elf constantly challenged her view of whether this was reality or a dream.

But then she would hear a hum, a flap of wings. See a draconian grin, watch the two Dragons play fighting around the campfire. Or feel all of what he was feeling. Whether it was satisfaction of a hunt gone right, or annoyance at a certain blue Dragoness for not leaving him alone.

She felt complete. Whole. It felt right.

They had left their campsite with Brom, Eragon, and the blue hatchling three weeks ago. Brom told them their training would happen on the road, keepint away constantly from those who would search for them.

It had taken quite alot of convincing to get Eragon to leave Caravahall, and his family behind. Obviously this human didn't understand the importance being a Rider. The standing that came with it. She would also notice he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her. It didn't start really, until Brom mentioned that Riders lived forever. He had seemed thoughtful for a day before asking about elves, which she thought a little humorous.

But aside from the smaller problems, she had never been happier, her heart was full and she had one of the best friends she could ask for.

Speaking of...

She could hear their wings flapping before she saw them through the treetops. Her dragon had been so fascinated at being in the air since he was hatched it seemed, constantly scaring her in the beginning by jumping off of trees.

Brom thought her panic humorous.

Oh if he wasn't an Elder I would show him how funny it really was!

He had been flying constantly since he had figured it out, the only way she was able to track him, aside from their bond, were the small sparkles off his scales from the sun through the branches. Or the occasional roar from a good hunt, or, like now his wings beating the air, showing his dominance of the space.

She gave a soft laugh at his love of flying. At almost a month old he had tryed to get her onto his back so he could go flying together. Something she looked forward to a great deal, but he just wasnt big enough right now. It should be soon though, both dragons growth was explosive.

She sent her mind through their bond. Hatchling, would you like to walk on the ground with me for a while? I fear im missing your presence.

She felt frustration from him, but also agreement as she heard he coming back around to them. I was silent for a second before large silver bullet crashed through the branches of the pine and landed with a thud! in front of her. His low hum as he pressed his snout to her stomach made her whole being feel at peace. She gave him a gentle scratch behind his jaw, strengthening the volume of his hum.

He had gotten so big! His shoulders almost came up to her breast, and if he really craned his neck they could look eye to eye.

"Thank you for joining me, I fear I may go mad with only an old man and boy as company." He snorted at her, his amusement at the forefront of their bond. She took a couple steps, "well, let us be off my Dragon." Only to stop when she was sent another wave of frustration.

She turned to him, he was intensely staring at her. The only other time she could think he acted like this was... She brushed a finger against her scar he had given her in his first week. The reason there was another Dragon with them.

She walked back up to him and put a hand on his snout. Tilting her head slightly she asked, "what is it ? Is something wrong? Why are you upset?"

He was silent for a few moments, no emotions, feeling or intentions were felt. Until she felt him pushing his mind towards hers, she always left a spot open for him, revelling in their closeness.

Arya.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

Arya.

She couldnt stop the small amount of tears that gathered in the corners of her eyes. "Yes? That is my name my beautiful Dragon. What is it thats frustrated you?"

Arya. Yes. Name.

Are you asking what I believe you are asking for? She asked him.

A low hum of agreement met her question, bringing a smile to her face. She lowered her forehead to his, brushing the side of his snout with her hand.

Then I believe its time to come up with ideas, dont you think? He hummed again. She let loose a melodic laugh, almost "feeling" the humans head snap in her direction, but she paid it no mind. You spoke! This is amazing! We can actually communicate now, I'm so proud of you.

Yes.

She laughed again. Looks like we will have to work on your vocabulary, and I can start teaching you my language more.

She could sense his impatience.

Alright, alright. Lets see what names would interest you. She patted his neck as they walked side by side. I suppose I could just list the dragon names I know first and go from there?

He gave a huff, shaking his head. No.

"Hmmm," she hummed, stepping over a fallen log in their path. Of course he wouldn't want the name of another, he was too proud for that.

Arianwyn?

No.

Fedha? Another negative. Arget? A shake of the head. Colzrer? A snort. On and on she went, he had briefly considered Arygros. And for reasons she couldnt fathom rejected the name Firnen with a fury she hadnt seen before from him.

... Silvren?

A low rumble resounded beside her as he hummed his acceptance of the name. She smiled and looked into his silver eyes.

Hello, Silvren, My Dragon.

Arya... Hello.

Hard to say how I feel about this one, but thought I'd try it out. Our oc got a name, and a diff point of view. Short, but sweet O.o