So hais there, long time no see. xD

I'm supposed to be studying now for my finals next week but it's seriously getting on my nerves so I'm gonna take a break. There's nothing like writing uncomplicated stories to ease your stress without being found out. I mean, I'm still sitting in front of my computer, that's that. x)

Aand so basically here's my latest, and I'm afraid it hasn't got much humour as the previous chapter, just stress-writing the way some people stress-eat-which-I-think-is-ridiculous but I won't comment on that because different people have different interests - or so I tell myself to think. :/

Enjoyy. ;3

4. Gedwëy Ignasia

Hmph, the pink dragon said. That, is what comes from insulting a lady.

I think it's got more to do with calling a female dragon He, Oromis stated.

That's part of the package, said the dragon.

Hey look, said Glaedr.

The crowds had somewhat lessened after the girl's monumental departure, for most young men and several women took off after her from a distance. In the midst of chaos and uproar, there was one boy who stood paying no heed to the chaotic ongoings. He simply stood in the centre of the square where he had been lining behind twelve others before the line dissolved, staring at the baby dragon with such rapturous joy and adoration that she squeaked in surprise.

Hell yes! She shrieked, and rocketed out of Oromis's arms. She half flew, half ran across the square to the tall boy. Oromis ran forward to catch up to her.

'What's your name?' He asked the boy still standing rooted to the spot. The pink dragon excitedly pranced around his heels, rubbing her head on his boots possessively.

'Galbatorix,' said the boy, looking both overjoyed and bewildered at the same time. He stiffly bent down to pat her on the head. There was an explosion of pink light. He yelped and fainted.

So did the dragon, and then she immediately scrambled up again, looked at Galbatorix and started panicking. Ohmygoodness are you all right what did I do to you hey wake up! She stared frantically at Glaedr, ignoring Oromis. What's happened to him? Why is he not answering me? What just happened to both of us? Is it my fault? Don't tell me it is. What did I just do to him? Oh my goodness I feel terrible. Oh my goodness oh my god what –

Glaedr shut her out. She barged through his barriers and started assaulting him again. You're so rude! I'm begging you for help here. What's wrong with him? Why isn't he waking up? Oh PLEASE tell me. What have I done? Why aren't you answering my questions? Don't you dare ignore me again or I swear in the name of –

'I have a headache,' said Oromis.

Hey that's my line. Glaedr opened his mind again. Okay now calm down, you're not giving me enough space to answer you. You see, I –

Galbatorix woke up with another yelp.

'Welcome to the Order, Galbatorix,' said Oromis. Galbatorix stared at him blankly.

What he meant to say, asserted Glaedr, is that you're now a Rider, in case you haven't noticed. Now look at your palm.

Galbatorix took one look and yelped again. He stared at his palm – blinked, blinked again – and ran swearing down the town square.

I told you something was wrong, said the pink dragon.

Actually I don't think so. He reacted so there must be a Mark on his palm – what-do-we-call-that-again Geywed-something, Oromis told her.

Gedwëy Ignasia? Glaedr supplied.

Ahh, yes. I think it was something like that.

Then why is he cussing like that? Please don't tell me he doesn't like it, the pink dragon fretted. If he doesn't I am so totally gonna kill myself. I did my best, but maybe it was too plain for his liking. Maybe he'd have liked something else? Maybe, maybe… I don't know. What do you think he'd have liked? She asked Glaedr.

I'm lost here. Am I missing out on something? What are we talking about again?

Galbatorix ran several rounds and came back.

'So, as Glaedr said, you should be having the… what was that again?'

Gedwëy. Ignasia.

'Yes, that. You should have that on your palm right now… am I mistaken?'

No, you're not, said Glaedr.

'Umm, what does it look like?' Galbatorix asked uncertainly. He stared down at his palm.

A large white oval in the middle of your palm. It glows, Glaedr told him before Oromis could open his mouth.

'Is… this it?' Galbatorix held out his hand uncertainly.

Oromis gaped, wide-eyed. Glaedr's jaw dropped.

Holy porcupines.

What in the name of venison stew?

The pink dragon stared down at the ground, looking miserable. No one likes it. What have I done?

'It's… nice,' said Oromis slowly. Glaedr busied himself on putting his jaw back.

'So… I take it this is not normal?' Galbatorix said, sounding a little alarmed and slightly pink in the face.

No, said Glaedr flatly.

They all stared down at the hot pink kiss-mark on Galbatorix's palm.

Ta-daa. Pretty short, I know, but this is about the best I can do right now. :/

Oh, well. See you during the holidays again, hope you enjoyed it, and please review. ;)