Okay major dragon fluff in this. People will probably laugh their butts off. If you die of a laughing attack, do not sue me. There…my disclaimer. Enjoy

Chapter 54: I am Sorry Mother

Draken flopped down onto his belly as he watched his two sisters wrestle about in front of him. Covin'thra had Equinox pinned again, chirping playful as she held her down.

"That is enough, sister," Draken said gently. "Let her up." Covin'thra cocked her head at her brother and then turned her gaze back over to her sister. She chirped again and rolled away to let Equinox up. Suddenly, Covin'thra waddled away from her sister, as if she had something else in mind.

"Sister," Draken called out. "Where are you going?" Covin'thra turned around to squeak and flap her wings at her brother before turning back around to head towards the stairs. Draken watched with a chuckle as Covin'thra jumped from one step to the next in an attempt to climb up the winding staircase. He listened as Covin'thra lost her footing and tumbled back down to the beginning in a silver ball of wings and paws. She untangled herself at the bottom and chirped loudly at Draken, before hopping back up the steps.

"You are going to break your neck, sister!" Draken called out after her. Soon, Equinox decided to join in with her sister in an attempt to climb the steps. Both tumbled down simultaneously, making Draken think as if they were playing a game, but both dragonets finally managed to reach the top after a few more tries. Draken just sighed it off and laid his head back down to his paws in an attempt to have a quick nap.

Up on the second floor, the two sisters were both standing in shock at the sight of their parent's bedroom. The mattress was huge and fluffy, as if it were created out of eagle feathers and it was propped up on a large piece of cherry wood. There was a large cabinet beside the bed that was a made out of oak, but it was painted black. Covin'thra squeaked with glee as she waddled forward to inspect the new room while Equinox stood still with her tail wagging curiously. Covin'thra padded over cautiously to his parent's open closet and peeked her head inside. She accidentally hit one of her father's tunics, causing it to fall down on her. She squealed in terror as the black tunic covered her hide, and could not seem to back away fast enough. One of her horns on her back had latched onto the tunic which kept the piece of clothing on Covin'thra's hide while she attempted to run away from it. Everywhere Covin'thra went, the black tunic followed her. She ran full speed and crashed into the bedpost, rattling the entire bed when she hit it. Covin'thra cowered and whimpered underneath the cloak, fearing that the strange cloth was planning to devour her. Equinox cautiously approached the strange cloth that was covering her sister, and slowly pulled it off with her teeth. After seeing the light again, Covin'thra chirped joyously and padded forward to brush muzzles with her lifesaving sister. Equinox bowed her head and turned to face the tunic, growling and crouching to attack it. Covin'thra stepped forward to stop her and then tossed her head back over to the closet. Equinox stepped back and hissed at it. Feeling the loss of backup, Covin'thra directed her attention to the mattress beside her. She growled and leapt up towards it, flapping her wings once to get up easily (A/N: Like a gentle glide). The silver dragonet placed her paws onto the mattress, but quickly bounced upwards into the air. She yelped and flapped her wings frantically, but she came down once more on the springy bed below and was quickly tossed up again. She squealed and yelped as she bounced on the mattress until she decided to dig her claws in to avoid bouncing again. When she did, she felt her claws tear into the fabric of the bed. She remained still, shaking with fear over what had happened. Su

Suddenly, Equinox hopped onto the bed, tossing both into the air again. Covin'thra squeaked and yelped, while Equinox growled happily beside her. She watched as Equinox began twisting and turning while she hopped about, but something that was resting on top of the cabinet caught Covin'thra's sapphire eyes. She grabbed onto the bed with her claws again, and pulled Equinox down with her teeth. Equinox cocked her head at her sister.

"Pretty," Covin'thra struggled to say to her sister, as she continued to look up at the cabinet. Equinox growled and bobbed her head. At the same time, both dragonets hopped on the bed and leapt towards the top of the cabinet to get a better glimpse of this shinny spectacle that Covin'thra witnessed. They landed on the top clumsily and knocked over an unlit candle, which shattered after it hit the hardwood floor below.

"Oops," Covin'thra said, lowering her head to look at the many pieces of wax that were smashed across the floor. She quickly changed her attention to the strange piece of jewelry before them. It was the dragon-shaped necklace that their mother brought home a few days ago. Covin'thra gently picked it up with her teeth. Because she was still small, it was easy for her to stick her head through to wear the necklace. Equinox placed her snout to the dragon image that was resting on Covin'thra's chest as she stood up proudly.

"I am mother," Covin'thra said proudly, stretching out her wings to look more elegant. She turned to face the mattress and jumped off towards it, quickly digging her claws into it before bouncing away. Equinox followed and gripped the bed with her talons as well. They both hopped off of the bed and waddled down towards the stairs.

"Are you two okay up there?" they heard Draken ask. Equinox turned to Covin'thra and shook her head, while they prepared to jump down the steps. Equinox went first, jumping down from stair to stair with no difficulty.

"You have gotten better, Equinox," Draken commented. "Where is your sister?" Covin'thra let out a chirp and began jumping down, but she mis-calculated and lost her footing again, tumbling down the stairs until she hit the hardwood floor at the stairs' end. She shook herself and stood to her feet, but the necklace that she was wearing fell off of her neck with the chain broken.

"Covin'thra!" Draken shouted. "Why were you wearing our mother's necklace?" Covin'thra lowered her head humbly and shuddered. "Go lay in the bowl with your sister. We have to wait until she gets home." Covin'thra gently picked the necklace up with her teeth and placed it beside her brother, before sulking over to the last bowl with Equinox. Draken climbed to his feet and looked at them.

"Do not move, sisters," he said. "I must see what other damages you have created." Draken slowly ascended the steps into his father's bedroom and was completely shocked at the sight before him. The bed was ripped and torn, tunics from Eragon's closet were pulled out to the floor, there were scratch marks on the top of the cabinet from Covin'thra and Equinox's claws, and there was a candle on the floor that was shattered into thousands of pieces. Draken hung his head and shook it violently. To make matters worse, he was able to see Saphira approaching through one of the windows in their room. "Oh no," he muttered. "I will be scorned for sure!" Draken began picking up his father's tunics, stuffing them into the closet. What was he going to do about the bed, the candle, and the scratch marks?

"Draken!" he heard his father announce from below.

"Great," Draken sighed, as he quickly padded down the steps. He watched as Saphira padded into the main room with Eragon riding on her back. Covin'thra climbed out of her bowl and scooped up Saphira's necklace in her mouth.

What do you have there, Covin'thra? Saphira asked. The silver dragonet sulked forward and placed the broken necklace at her mother's feet. Oh dear, Saphira said, as she leaned her head down to sniff her precious jewel. It was very special, Covin'thra. How did this happen?

"I do not think they can even speak," Eragon said, as he climbed off of her. "Let me see it." Eragon picked the necklace up and examined it. Sure enough, the chain had snapped in two. "It is broken."

"I am sorry mother," Covin'thra said in a saddened tone. Her voice could only be described as angelic…and nothing less. Eragon tilted his head and looked down at her.

"You only hatched three days ago," he said in surprise. "How are you talking now? Can your sister?"

"She has not yet," Covin'thra replied. "Please, do not be angry with us mother." Saphira cocked her head and was about to say something, but Draken stopped her.

"Before you forgive," he said, "you may want to see this first." Eragon placed his hand on Saphira's side as the two headed up to their bedroom.

"What did they do?" Eragon asked. Covin'thra was hopping up behind them.

"It was accidental!" she kept saying. "We meant nothing by it." When Eragon and Saphira reached the top, they could only hold their mouths open in shock. Their bed was ripped to shreds, and Eragon's favorite scented candle was shattered along the hardwood floor. They both stepped closer and gasped at the claw marks that were embedded in the large oak cabinet. Saphira quickly turned over to face Covin'thra.

How did you two manage to do this? She asked, struggling to keep her anger away. You have created a large mess in our room. The mattress is no more, and the cabinet has suffered the same fate. Eragon sighed.

"I suppose I will go to Ellesmera tomorrow to get a new bed," he said tiredly. "It has been to long of a day to get it now." Saphira nodded her head.

We did what we had to do, love, Saphira comforted. She turned to Draken. Were you not watching them?

"I was," Draken replied. "I thought that they were just playing on the steps, so I took a small nap. Next thing I know, Covin'thra falls down them and pops up with your necklace in her mouth."

"Well," Eragon muttered, "it is a blessing that they did not get hurt."

"How did the battle go, father?" Draken asked. Both of his parents shook their heads.

"Slide is no more," Eragon explained. "He and Trianna have been killed."

"Do you know for sure?" Draken dug deeper. "I do not want that snake to come back."

"I stabbed his rider through her heart," Eragon stated. "I saw her take her last breath."

"Good," Draken said with a satisfied snort. "So, Covin'thra can talk…but can Equinox?" The magenta dragonet looked up at her brother and growled.

"I can," she said in a voice similar to her sister's. "Do you forgive us, mother?"

A mother always forgives her children, Saphira said, showing her teeth. However, your father and I will not be the ones to clean this mess up. Hop to it, my daughters. I want this place as clean as it was before you came in here. Both dragonets growled and padded forward. Eragon watched as Equinox used her tail as a broom to sweep up the pieces of the shattered candle into a nice pile, while Covin'thra looked around for something to pick up the pieces with. She found a piece of paper that was lying on the ground and picked it up with her teeth. She set it in front of the pile of wax and had Equinox sweep the pieces onto it. Both looked up to their father.

"Done, father."

Well, Saphira laughed. I suppose that we struck it rich with these two. If the home gets dirty, they can clean it up. Eragon laughed heartedly at his wife's comment.

"Draken would have to assist too," he laughed. "After all, why must the girls do all of the work?" Draken snorted and shook his head violently.

"Do not get me involved in this, family," he joked. "I do enough here already." Eragon laughed and walked over to Draken, placing his hand on his son's brow.

"Well," he said. "We should get cleaned up. We have been asked to attend a special dinner tonight that is going to be hosted by the leader from the last battle."

"Murtagh?" Draken asked. Eragon shook his head.

"Nope," he replied. "It is an elf by the name of Ebath. He and his son Royan are the first and second commanders besides your uncle."

"Can we come, father?" Equinox humbly asked. Saphira nodded her head and padded forward to them.

You must bathe first before you go, Saphira said with a soft growl. Both children groaned and padded over to their mother.

"I am going to take a bath as well love," Eragon explained. "Have fun cleaning the younglings."

One of these days I will have you do it!

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"Murtagh?" Nasuada asked wide-eyed as the young rider walked into her room stark naked. "Where are your clothes? And where is your blade?" Murtagh smiled and reached out to embrace her.

"Trianna is gone, love," he told her. "Eragon killed her. He needed my clothes so I obliged." Nasuada chuckled and jokingly pushed his nude form away from him. "Do you have a tunic I could borrow?"

"Why?"

A little humor and fluff to end the day. As you can see, I still have plenty of ideas flowing for this thing.

PEACE!