Hais! :D

So, school's finally over, it's holiday month again! Hurrahh!*throws pink flowers*

Now there's absolutely NOTHING to stop me from updating my chapters, I will. - No, actually this chappie was written a while ago, it just needed the double-checking I didn't have time for. :/ I suppose this is just to keep it running while I try to write a decent new chapter for my other fics...

Whatever. Apparently the word 'holiday' doesn't equal to 'free time' for me. I really can't get why I'm still busy when there's nothing I have to do that I can think of. :Z I still have my dammed over-due project and a plane to catch tomorrow... *sighs* xL

So here's my new chappie, though I kind of think it's turning more into a sort of role-play.

5. Concerning Names and Chocolate Eggs

So… What do you want to name your Dragon? Glaedr asked Galbatorix after a while.

'Oh yes, right. You should be naming your dragon now. We need to call her something,' Oromis piped in.

'I don't know… What do you want to be called?' Galbatorix looked down at the pink dragon.

Bella.

Glaedr coughed – which turned out as an extremely weird half-growl, because he'd forgotten the fact that he was a dragon.

'Anything else?'

Oh, you don't like that? Hmm, okay then, Renesmee.

I hate her, Glaedr growled.

Shut up. It's my name.

'Where'd you get that name from? Any other names? Something easier to say, maybe?'

Awwh. I really like that name. How about… Luka?

'That's a boy's name.'

Really? Weirrrrd.

'What's weird?'

Whatever. Now you think of something else.

'Okayy, do you… like fruits?'

Obviously not.

'Why not? They're nice.'

I'm starting to reconsider my choice. Is my egg still here? I can superglue it back together myself.

'Sorry, sorry. Okay, how about… Peach?'

I hate that colour. It's too pale. Besides, I hate furry fruits. I hate any kind of fruit.

Galbatorix thought for a while. 'Dragonfruit. You can't deny that's bright-coloured.'

Dragonfruit? Hmm… - Wait, did you just call me a dragon fruit?

Would. You. Stop. Thinking of fruits? Glaedr growled. I will not have any dragon named after a product of –

Hey watch it there, Oromis interrupted. Unsuitable ears listening here. Besides, some dragons and Rider's swords are named after flowers, you know. How different is fruit from flowers?

You're being unusually bright today. What's gotten into you?

You… What's wrong with being more intelligent than usual? That's so mean of you!

Maybe it was just my imagination, because now you've gone back to normal again.

How can you be so meeeean? Oromis started to bawl.

Hey! You two. Shut. It. When am I going to get my name? And stop that bawling, it's getting on my nerves.

Both Oromis and Glaedr immediately quieted. Sorry.

Sooo… What do you want to name me? The pink dragon prompted. I can't name myself, though I pretty much want to.

'I don't know… Any more suggestions?'

I just gave you several, and you liked none of them.

'Just two. I also gave two.'

Yours were lame. I hate fruit.

'Mine weren't lame,' Galbatorix retorted indignantly.

They were. And if I could name myself you'd already be calling me Bella and we'd all be happily settled. It's such an awesome name. Why don't you like it? – No wait, don't answer that. And besides, would you just STOP talking out loud? You sound like an ass, talking to yourself.

'Hey!'

What? Both Oromis and Glaedr said.

See, I told you. Now start mental-chatting, the unnamed pink dragon demanded.

'I need your Skype address.'

'Sure, here's mine,' Oromis said happily, holding out a piece of paper. 'I just recently made my first account. Glaedr doesn't have one yet.' They both ignored him.

Nor do I need one, thanks a lot, said Glaedr.

Gosh, you two are both such slowcoaches. Either that or there's something seriously wrong with you. I said mental conversation, the pink dragon said to Galbatorix irritably.

Okay, Okay. You happy now? This feels really weird…

Shut up. You and me, we're gonna be doing this for who-knows-how-many hundred years so get used to it already.

I guess, if we don't die of boredom trying to find you a suitable name.

Oh, right. My name. I nearly forgot about that. – Wait, did you just mention the word 'boredom', or have my delicate ears mistaken it for 'awe'?

How can you forget about your own name? Besides, you don't have any ears.

Oh shut up, I just didn't realise you two were that slow. Now start thinking.

No fair… Galbatorix grumbled. Then he shut his mind and sat down.

While Galbatorix thought, the pink dragon busied herself trying to find something to occupy her. First, she tried chatting with Glaedr.

So… What's it like being a Rider's dragon? How do you put up with Oromis? Where do you live? What kind of stuff do you eat? I reckon you don't eat jerky all the time. Do you guys share meals? I mean like, do you hunt and then you and Oromis share whatever you caught? How many Riders are there? Are there any young dragons like me? Any handsome ones? I'd be so totally bored if there was no one to occupy me. I'd be staying in wherever you guys stay for who-knows-how-long so I might as well get my relations going and all… How many years did it take you to become a qualified Rider – I mean Dragon, or whatever you guys call it? D'you reckon I'd take as much time? Do you have any stereos? I totally ADORE listening to pops. If you guys don't have any, can we buy some on our way there? Don't worry, I know how to fix them. And oh –

Glaedr gave a frustrated growl. Are you trying to talk to me or are you babbling to yourself?

Talking to you, of course, no thanks to you. No need to be so rude. The pink dragon glared at Glaedr, her rose eyes glowing. Ah, never mind. By the way, have you noticed it's Easter tomorrow? Gosh, I should have thought about that. Then I could have waited until tomorrow to come outta my egg and then we could all have had a nice Easter party.

What are we talking about here?

The dragon ignored him. Ah, but anyway I'm not really fond of chocolate. It gets stuck on your teeth and makes them look brown. Have you ever tried?

No. What's chocolate again?

Whatever. Besides, we're technically both mentally linked to our Riders so it wouldn't be fun Easter egg hunting. I mean, it'll be so obvious. Unless we did the hiding, but I'm thinking you're a bit too big to go on an egg-hunt anyway.

Glaedr ground his teeth.

What kind of idiot declared we all go Easter egg hunting on Easter, anyway? I thought it was a religious holiday. Oh – do you have a copy of the Bible? Maybe I could check it out to see if it mentions anything about chocolate eggs. I'm pretty sure Jesus Christ didn't go round giving chocolate eggs to people. – Or maybe he did. The dragon grinned. Maybe he missed eating his share at the Last Supper but he felt guilty eating chocolate eggs alone so gave it to the people around him as well. What do you think about my theory?

Glaedr blinked. Whatever Easter and the Bible and the Last Supper and chocolate are, I'm thinking it's highly improbable anyone will miss eating something you've just described as unpleasant to eat. Besides, you're insulting whoever it is you're talking about.

The pink dragon literally facepalmed – facepawed – and shook her tiny head solemnly. Ah, God, Amen. Can't you spot a good joke if it jabs you in the eye? How could you know about the Beatles and K-pop and Big Bang but not know about chocolate?

No idea. I guess… the Elves are anti-diabetes health-food supporters.

…

After that the pink dragon gave up trying to talk to Glaedr.

I know, I know, Easter was quite a while ago... Do me a big favour and just igore that part. To any of you who don't know what a dragonfruit is, it's the pink fruit on the cover pic.

Oh btw, thanks a lot if you've been reading this far up to here. Have I mentioned that yet? I hope I have. Lemme go check...

Oh. And please DO review. I always find reviews really heartening, flames or no flames. ;3