Hi! Do I seriously need to repeat myself? You know, that I'm not CP, and only Tania and Ophelia are really in my possesion? Wait, I just did.
Chapter Nine
Now, every morning as breakfast was cooking, and every evening as dinner did the same, Eragon tutored Tania with the bow. He was easily pleased by what he got; she had a strong, steady arm, and she looked down the shaft of the arrow with both eyes open. Though on the first try she didn't hit the exact knot of the tree that she aimed for, she at least hit it—admittedly, five meters above her original target.
Strangly enough, Tania never got frustrated, saying she had missed the target completely when she first threw a knife. Eragon snorted at this, saying she was so good with a throwing blade, it was as if she had been born with the talent—to which Tania protested fervently that everything took practice, from tying a knot to shooting a bow.
Brom simply watched, chuckling, as Tania made steady progress. By the time they were on the banks of Woadark lake, as they had decided to go to Tierm, looking for a lead on the Ra'zac, she was able to hit the target where she wanted to, and do it while running. She had practiced shooting from Ophelia's back, both in the air and on the ground, and shooting down other arrows—arrows that Eragon made specifically for that purpose.
After a bit of archery every evening, they would spar, though by now, Eragon was actually using Zar'roc. Brom was agitated, as he knew that the chances were slim of simply finding a spare Rider's sword that would just happen to fit Tania. The day after they had reached Woadark, Tania took to the skies on Ophelia, seeing as Eragon would be the one to enter eith Brom this time, and they didn't wish for travellers to see Tania instead of Eragon on the road, then see Eragon and not Tania in Teirm. And Tania was perfectly fine to stay in the air.
When they did finally reach Teirm, Tania and the dragons found a safe hiding spot, in a sheltered glen atop a cliff. Saphira grumbled a bit about not being with her Rider, but settled down to wait easily enough. Around evening, Eragon came to check on them.
Saphira?
I am here. The blue dragoness stuck her nose over the edge. Let me come get you.
No need. I'll climb.
Tania leaned over the precipice to watch. As soon as Eragon chose the first hand-hold, she knew he wouldn't get very far. Chuckling to herself, she leaned back against Ophelia's scales. It wasn't too long before he asked for help, and though he kept it between himself and Saphira, Tania could tell he had by Saphira's humorous expression.
After a moment, Saphira stepped back from the edge and unfurled her wings. As Eragon didn't see this, he apparently thought she was abandoning him to his fate—until she leapt over the edge. A moment later, she reappeared with her Rider in her claws, chuckling. And that is what you learn from that, she said in satisfaction. Eragon rubbed his neck a bit sheepishly when she set him down.
Tania looked between them, barely managing to keep a straight face, although she knew her eyes were glimmering with amusement. "Graceful," she commented. Eragon wrinkled his nose at her.
They sat and talked awhile, until it was nearly sunset. Eragon climbed down, then waved and ran off. Tania smiled as she settled against Ophelia's side, curling her legs in like she used to when her mother told her stories of the Riders. As Ophelia's dark green wing curled around her, she was drifting off, already dreaming.
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