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She had dropped the egg, and stared at it for a long minute while Eragon tossed and turned, oblivious to the events unfolding right across from him. Gingerly, she picked it up again, and sat down (Eragon hadn't exactly made the roof very high.)
Her interest was now divided between Eragon's restless sleep and the squeaking egg. It came to her mind that she could also crawl out to check the time. Her gaze fell first on the egg in her hands, and then onto Eragon, who was lying still for once. Her interest in the time disappeared when the egg squeaked once more.
"What do you want?" she asked the egg.
It lay silent in her lap.
"Silence, eh?" she said, looking up as Eragon whimpered some more. Concern was etched quite plainly on her face, and she continued talking to the egg.
"He certainly does have some rather interesting sleep patterns," she murmured, watching him turn one way, then the other. "Who is he to you? Kidnapper? Hero?"
She grabbed a stick and moved the fire a bit, reviving some dying embers. That was why she was awake right now, to make sure it stayed alive but didn't burn Eragon up. And to babysit a dragon egg.
"And who are you going to grow into? A hero? A savior to the races?" The sheer magnitude of this venture was getting to her. The war at this rate was going to end with the total annihilation of one of the species. "I wish I could shoot Logan right now. Or go into the past and do the honors, before he messed up our lives."
Eragon awoke to a loud squeak in his ear.
"Whaaaa?" He sat up within the blink of an eye, with his bottle of faelnirv clutched tightly in his hand.
"You've got yourself a sharp sword there, Eragon-elda," Eliana laughed, picking up her coat out from underneath his head. "Squeaky is just trembling in pure terror from the ferocity of your weapon choice."
"Squeaky?" Eragon asked, returning the said weapon of terror to the floor in an attempt to cover up his confusion.
"The egg. It squeaks unless you're talking to it. I think it likes the sound of voices," Eliana explained, putting her coat on.
"Where are you going?" he asked, grabbing his own coat.
"I want to see the aftereffects of last night's snow storm," she responded. "Besides, it's your turn to talk to the egg. It's very humiliating." She crawled out without giving him a chance to respond.
"I thought you were calling him Squeaky," he said, putting his coat on, grabbing the egg and following her out.
"Well, Squeaky is a good name for a pet. Not a dragon. If you were to name a dragon, it needs to be noble. Or majestic. Or some really random name that has no meaning whatsoever."
He stood up and zipped his coat, putting the egg inside to keep it warm. He looked up to find Eliana standing contentedly against the side of his igloo.
"You could've waited for the Sun to rise before waking me up," he muttered, stretching.
"I had no intentions of waking you up. Squeaky just didn't like the idea of me watching the sunrise without him," Eliana grimaced. "I really shouldn't get used to calling him Squeaky." She walked over to a tree after a moment, and climbed up, sitting quite high on the branches.
"Him?" Eragon queried, marveling the snow drifts and the way the pre-sunlight was twinkling off of the snow.
"Female intuition," Eliana responded smugly.
"Motherly intuition is more like it," Eragon countered, clambering up a tree a safe distance away.
A snowball smacked him on the side of the face, and he nearly lost his balance. The egg tumbled out of the tree and landed in the snow with a very loud squeak.
"I think Squeaky suits his personality very well," he said, leaping down the tree to recover the dragon baby.
"Surely you can come up with a name better than Squeaky," Eliana looked away from the east long enough to give him a piercing look.
"How about Eragon the Second?" he suggested, climbing up Eliana's tree in order to fend off any more potential snowballs.
"Oh please. Originality maybe?" she rolled her eyes and absentmindedly packed another snowball together.
Eragon hastily made his way up the last few branches and knocked the snowball away before sitting on a branch above his new traveling buddy.
"Okay, okay. How about Echendath? Or Ingtan? Essvor-sul? Bid'Daum?" Eragon couldn't say why he added Bid'Daum to the list, and Squeaky made a very loud squeak on all the names but Bid'Daum.
"See? You can come up with half decent names when you want. Random, crazy, ridiculous, sure, but half decent all the same. Bid'Daum is out though."
Squeaky squeaked very loudly at that.
"So Mother-of-a-dragon, care to explain what that squeak meant?" Eragon said, leaning against the trunk and watching the Sun creep up.
"Well Step-Daddy-of-a-dragon, I think it means that the egg finds something interesting in that name."
"Step-Daddy-of-a-dragon," Eragon muttered, swiping some snow off of the trunk onto Eliana.
"Hey!"
"How about we stick to Squeaky, okay?" Eragon said, laughing as Eliana wiped snow off of herself.
"How about you admit my superiority as a female and just let me watch the Sun in peace," she suggested, settling down on her branch.
Eragon laughed, and soon Eliana had joined him. She was allowed to watch the Sun rise in peace, and soon after that she offered breakfast. Eragon was relieved, he didn't find the thought of a flask of drink between two would make a good breakfast. They left with satisfied stomachs about an hour after the Sun had left the horizon.
Their travel lasted through the day, but by the time the Sun began its descent they had made the decision that in the morning they would begin their new omnivorous diet.
Together they crafted an igloo with two separate rooms, and watched the sunset from a tree, with Squeaky squeaking safely inside of Eragon's compartment.