Ok... Last chapter was a bit chappy.
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Satchiel was staring at the dragon, when the dragon flew up and started licking his face. Satchiel smi-
Wait.
That didn't happen.
Oh ya.
He jumped up, and was totally wigged out. Satchiel almost yelled.
The dragon just thought he was playing. He flew up and started nipping him.
They ran around, and any sane person woul be frazzled to see a tall boy, running around with a dragon nipping at him.
Satchiel suddenly felt a surge of playfullness overwhelm his frazzlement. He started to play with the dragon, but the dragon stopped.
Satchiel felt confused.
The dragon picked up a big string, and Satchiel realized what the dragon wanted. To play Tug-o'-war!
Satchiel got ready to pull, and the dragon was to-
Wait.
Satchiel was thrown to the ground. He was very surprised. He had just grabbed it, when he was pulled.
The dragon looked happy, and Satchiel suddenly felt over whelming sense of happiness.
So this was... weird.
Satchiel sat up. He had heard about Eragon and Saphira, their great, incredible feats. Could it be possible... to actually be like them?
Whoa. New prospect their.
He looked back at the little dragon hatchling, and saw it go flying around. What would he call... him? Maybe its a him.
The orange dragon was still flying around, hopping from place to place, until it looked at the crystallish thingies.
The dragon looked at it,curiously.
Satchiel became aware that his hand had been tingling. His right hand. He lifted it up, and there on his hand...
Was a silvery mark.
He knew about the markings of dragon riders, but, having seen not one, has to still conclude that this is one.
And it was on his hand.
He vaugely felt something brush his conciousness.
FOOD!
Satchiel jumped up. The dragon had spoken to him! He carefully lifted up the basket, and took out a loaf of bread, and tore it open. He had hidden peices of meat in it.
Satchiel reached with his mind to the dragon as it ate. This rare ability he had, seemed to be increased.
"Are you satisfied?"
The dragon looked at him, " Yes"
Satchiel was unnerved at this. The dragon continued to eat. He need a name, the dragon.
How about...... uhhh.....
"Are you Gaer?"
The dragon shook his head, after realizing he was speaking to him.
"Ok... are you.... Kael?"
The dragon shook his head.
"Uh.. are you.. Riohni?"
Satchiel realized he had just said an ancient language word, and the word means, 'Quiet Fury.'
The dragon nodded, and kept eating.
He was supposed to call his dragon Riohni? Oh well.....
"Riohni? Its time to sleep." The dragon responded, by stop eating, and settled next to the pillow. Satchiel laid down, and could vaguely feel Riohni move to his pillow, and he felt warmth as Riohni curled around his pillow.
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Ok... ch. 2... Goody...