"So... Alagaësia... What/where/when exactly?"
"No idea."
The Doctor grinned and the TARDIS wailed, signaling that they had landed. Throwing open the doors, he sauntered out and inhaled deeply, waltzing around in that so Doctor-like way. The air was crisp but slightly dry, and a few sporadic white clouds drifted lazilly across the sky. The TARDIS had landed in the midst of a buttercup-yellow clearing on the edge of a verdant green deciduous forest, although if one peered farther into it, it was mostly pine. The sun's rays dappled the field with light rays of warmth, and a decidedly magical air pervaded the entire area.
"So, Doctor, this is Alagaësia?" said his companion, ending the statement in a question-like way.
"I suppose so," he replied from about ten meters away. "So then, shall we?" He motioned toward the forest.
"You don't even have to ask."
Eragon and Arya broke camp, dousing the fire with a word of power and erasing evidence of their presence. "What do you think happened with the words last night?" Eragon wondered out loud to Arya.
"Magic," she replied simply.