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Several months later...
Satchiel leaned against the wall as the two mated dragons clustered around their eggs, crooning either to the eggs or to each other.
He stopped leaning.
Eragon had gotten back to the Varden, and told Nasuada that Riohni and Saphira had mated. This was a substantial moral support for the Varden.
Satchiel walked over to the peninsula, and couched on an outcropping of rock.
He heard a step, and he whirled around, bow strung and magical arrow pointed at Rane's neck.
He sighed, and Rane laughed.
"Sorry, but you just don't creep on people like that..." Satchiel said, lowering the bow.
Rane said, playfully, "What, no reprimends, Satchiel?" Her flamboyant spirits had risen somewhat.
"No, no reprimends." Satchiel replied, his own spirits raised a bit. "But, if you want one, my dear flame-haired lady..."
Rane grinned. "No, I don't Satchiel." She sat down beside his rock outcropping and her gray-blue eyes twinkled.
She was beautiful.
He cought himself before continueing. He then eliminated that train of thought, just as a dragon would eliminate a were-wolf.
Yes, were-wolves. Satchiel had no idea where they came from, but the tower was a good geuss. They were either bigger or as big as a Beor bear.
But they were so incredibley dumb.
Satchiel had grown used to his water power, and now used it frequently. So did Rane.
Sometimes they would encounter a smart one, that was cunning.
One in particular, who, distirbingly remined him of Captain Jard, was ferocious, intelligent, and powerful.
He was bigger than any other were-wolf.
They drove him away many times, and sometimes was even close to defeating one of the two dragons.
But in the end, they won.
Satchiel returned just in time to catch a question. "Yes, I think that the hatching will be perfect."
Eragon watched from afar. He shook his head. Satchiel was sometimes like him.
Too afraid to admit his admiration and love, and even more scared of being refused.
But Satchiel did one thing that Eragon didn't.
He didn't admit his love of Rane to himself.
Eragon considered to help him out, but, as always, Saphira cut in. "He will do it. Don't worry."
Eragon nodded, and merely observed.
So Satchiel was talking, and stared at Rane's nose instead of her eyes.
If he did stare in her eyes, then he would be cought in them.
Rane shared these thought. She was afraid of being enthralled by those illuminous green eyes.
Unlike Satchiel, she admitted to herself long ago, when they awoke, that she loved Satchiel.
She admitted that he was honorable, handsome, and everything she wanted to have in a lover.
But, like Satchiel, she was afraid of being turned away.
So they stared at each other's nose whenever talking, afraid of accidentaly admitting their love to each other.
So, after an awkward silence, Rane left, and Satchiel suddenly felt a pang of.... not wanting her to leave?
But he let her leave, and felt another pang.
Satchiel ignored it, and went over to Eragon.
"So." Eragon said.
"What?" Satchiel asked.
"Do you still think you don't love her?"
Satchiel stared at him, in disbelief, but knew the words to be true. But... that last pang...
"You love her, Satchiel. Don't let her slip away." Eragon strode away, leaving Satchiel to his thoughts.
He dived down into his subconcious. Did he love her?
Satchiel started ripping off layers he had put down months ago.
He discovered the truth.
He....
He did....
He did love...
He did love...
Satchiel swallowed.
He loved Rane of Fire.