Man... CP owns a big world!

My landing was very ungraceful. My wings were really starting to hurt. Not just from the strain of flying with more weight than im accustom to, but also in the membranes of my wings. Apparently the Urgals werent happy with us escaping and managed to shoot a few holes through my wings. Im pretty sure there were a couple arrows still stuck in there.

After my harsh landing I fell straight to my stomach, breathing hard. Instantly, as soon as we touched down, Arya had jumped off and began to fret over me, asking how I was.

Im fine, Mine Heart... But my wings are in pain, I feel an arrow or two. Spreading my wings with a wince, I let her inspect them. I could feel her worry and sadness. Do not worry, I trust you to heal them well. They are but a scratch to me. I sniffed.

That may be, but these arrows will be painful to remove. I will have to pull the whole thing through the hole it already made. Are you ready? I reached my neck out, grabbing a fallen log in my jaws, before nodding to her.

I saw her yank her arm back before there was a sharp pain from my wing. The log in my jaws creaked from the pressure I was putting on it, but held together. She gave me a sorrowful look before moving onto the next.

Last one Silvren. Was all the warning I recieved before she pulled the last arrow out abruptly. I let go of the tree, roaring in pain. God that smarts... Note to self, stop taking arrows in the wings if possible.

I spent the next twenty mintutes just laying there, getting back my breath. Arya hovering around me, healing my injuries. As soon as she finished I was checking her over for injuries, sniffing for blood. But I could only smell mine on her hands.

She surprised me, interrupting my inspection of her, by hugging my snout.

Lets not to get into something like that anytime soon. At least until you are a little bigger, it pains me to see you wounded like that. But im glad you are alright, and you flew us very far. You did well.

I hummed my agreement. Yes, we both did. They did not stand a chance against us once we fought together. It's a shame it was such an unfair fight! Next time I shall tear them all apart. I paused, thinking. We should practice fighting together more, just incase.

And we will Silvren. But first we need to get somewhere safe. Rest your wings, we dont have long. She scratched under my jaw as I settled comfortably.

We sat there for a moment, listening to Brom try to calm Saphira down. Which was going horribly. Eventually, Brom just decided to hop up into her saddle to inspect him.

"He overdid it with magic Saphira! There's nothing I can do besides wait. He used alot of energy, and could be out for a few hours yet." He said as the Dragon he was on paced back and forth.

Honestly it was kind of humorous. But we didnt have the time to deal with this.

Saphira you need to rest, youll have to carry two passengers for the next leg. Im afraid im too tired to do so.

I cannot feel him Silvren! She snarled at me.

"That is because he is unconcious Saphira. Look, you can see his chest rising and falling." She snuck her head around so she could see him. Pinning a large saphire eye on him she watched as his breathing continued, settling down after she noticed.

I thought she was going to attack you. Arya told me.

She may of. Shes worried about her Rider. I cant say I would be in any better of a state, were that you in Eragons position Mine Heart. I replied.

I doubt that. She said, puzzled. You are a very mature Dragon, I have faith you would conduct yourself well. I hummed in satisfaction in her opinion of me. Also, why do you keep calling me that?

Mine Heart?

Yes, She said.

Well... Ever since I hatched, weve had this connection between us. Its brought us closer together, helped us understand each other better. You are my greatest strength. You are my best friend, the partner of my mind and heart. When we are together we are stronger, smarter. But in the same sense you are my greatest weakness. Should anything happen to you I have no doubt I would be acting exactly as Saphira is. If your were killed I would scour these lands killing all I could. If you were kidnapped by the Black King, I would fly to his castle to fight to the death for you, the race of Dragons be damned. You are the closest to me. You ARE Mine Heart. I explained.

She was silent for a few minutes, but I wasnt worried. I could feel her emotions. Mostly disbelief, but lots of returned affections. It was such an experience, reading about the stoic elf, and actually living around her. She kept her cold look and demeaner around everyone most of the time. But being able to feel her emotions, share her thoughts, she was so much more than what she showed in the book. Her mother better be ready for me to chew her out, figuratively of course, for being a dipshit parent. Queen title be damned.

She continued to stroke my snout. Small glistening tears could be seen in the corner of her eyes. I never really understood the affect I had on her, but thinking on it, it makes sense. The only people she really had before me, were Glennwing and Faolin. Aside from Runon, there werent many alive she could call friend. Maybe Oromis and Glaedr? Although Im not quite sure about that one

.

Tell me more about your home Arya. I said.

She seemed to relax slightly, maybe because it was a safe memory to a degree. She told me about the gardens in the royal house, the magic of the forests. The wildness of the animals living in it. She told me of her relations with the famous blacksmith and that there were two elf children living at the moment, as cherished as they were.

I would like to see your home, where you came from. I said. It sounds... Peaceful, and like there will be alot a great hunts to be had.

She seemed to sink into herself almost, when talking about going home. You would love it im sure, but its not all as great as you may believe. We at least for myself.

And why is that? I pressed. Is it your mother?

She nodded. Well theres no point dwelling on that, I said. She had confusion all over her face as she looked at me. You said once that Elves like to play games while they are playing politics. Well worry not, I wont allow them to drag you into theirs. Only WE play games together. I shall share you with noone. I said mechieviously while looking into her eyes. She gave a light laugh.

You have no idea how much that means to me Silvren. Thank you.

Always, Mine Heart.

We shared a few moments together, before I saw Saphira stiffen, smelling the air. I took her que and did the same, sharing a look with her.

Urgals, we both said.

We need to leave, Brom hop on quickly. Saphira told the old man, as he quickly took the hint. Her taking off shortly after, if a bit labored.

I followed her example, after allowing Arya to get into her saddle. For once forgoing my takeoff roar, no need to give them anything else to track us with.

Also, holy hell they smelt bad.

We took off, heading south west, a straight shot for Teirm. Heres hoping to a safe and uneventful trip.