I was not going to write a second part of this story. Except Veana kept knocking at my mind telling me about all the adventures she wanted to go on. She still wanted to meet Eragon and Saphira. So she got her way, not only a second chapter, but also a third since I could not fit it all in here. I hope you enjoy Veana and her friends as much as I enjoyed writing about them. Please comment, I would love to see what you think.

"This was a terrible idea," Veana groaned as she leaned back so that all she could see was the blue sky above her. There were specks of puffed clouds within her sight and she tried to make shapes out of them, but all she could see was great big, white dragons.
Her life within the Northern woods did not last long, only seven years. She had grown weary with the life of solitude. It did not take her long to concoct her next tourist trip. Within a few weeks she was in the seaside town of Narda, disguised as a nosey young peasant woman. She had poked around to hear the latest news and discover if any voyage was going to the Dragons Island. A very uncreative name that the large island Eragon was raising the dragons was being called. The earliest voyage would be three months and Veana did not wish to wait in a human inhabited place where her wanted poster, with a sketch of her face could be seen. She was still young and impatient so concocted her own ship. It took her many weeks, she examined all kinds ships inside and out with help from friendly sailors, or sneaking in on her own. She learned about sea navigation and how to read sea patterns and weather forecast.
Gathering all the supplies she could from the town and the neighboring forest she had succeeded in crafting her own ship, one that could withstand the sea and sail with the wind. She set sail on a moonless night to avoid unwanted attention, and used magic to have a light fog cover the ocean shores to add to her cover.
She had stopped on the island of Vroengard to grow her own supplies for the remainder of the trip. It was a rather uncomfortable stay. She had to watch out for all those ancient spells that guarded the place, along with the snalgli. The overly large snails, with sticky saliva, that constantly bombarded her day and night. She had to create a ring of fire as a barricade to protect her horse, and the magically growing vegetable and fruit she was tending to.
Happy to put the island behind her she sailed on to the east. She had learned the trip should take twenty days if not less, unless the winds and waves were fated to be against her. To her fortune the wind was always at her back and no sea god raised the waves to crash down on her.
For the most part, the venture went well with no holes in her ship, her navigation on target, and plenty of food for her and her stead Starblaze. The only drawback was the hours with nothing to do except watch the horizon.
"If boredom could kill I would be dead by now," She grumbled as she sat up straight again. Squinting her eyes as tightly as she could, she tried to glimpse any sign of land. With a large groan she gave up and fell back on the boats bottom. Her light brunette hair splayed out under her. She had untied it from its usual bread for her disguise, and was yet to tie it up again. She had stowed away her leather vest, beaver pelt boots, her two heavy curved short swords, and golden bracelet with the two pendants, emerald and garnet. They were safely tied down in a corner of the little ship. It was too hot for her to wear much else except her loose shirt, which she had the sleeves rolled up as high as possible, and an old pair of ripped up and stained leggings that she had cut to her knees to keep cool.
Her little ship had a fair amount of elegance to it, not like the elves craftsmanship, but still had a slight beauty that men might be impressed with. She had the bow high enough that most waves would not be able to reach over. Her white sail with no crest on it was a triangle shape, and bloated out as it caught the wind. The deck of the ship was smooth and polished comfortable enough for Starblaze to walk around in, although her worthy stead was not in much of a mood for walking. He would stamp his hoof impatiently at times, or snort as if lecturing her on such a ridiculous idea.
He had plenty of hay she had bought and large barrel of water that he hardly touched. She had eased his sea sickness as best she could, but for the most part all she could do was lull him to sleep.
At this time he was awake, and not impressed. He stomped his hoof and snorted loudly at the same time.
Veana stood up from lying near the front of the ship. Twirling around to face Starblaze she shrugged helplessly.
"No need to get angry, you would have hated me the rest of your days if I had left you behind."
She strode over to the chestnut and rubbed him soothingly. "Look on the bright side we only have about eleven more days of sailing." Starblaze twisted his star white head back to look at her. "I know," Veana sighed, leaning heavily on his back, "That is not comforting to me either."
The next day she was practicing her swordsmanship, first repeatedly going over every move that was already muscle memory to her. Once she had done every one at least a hundred times she moved on to more imaginative practices. Wraith figures sprang from the ocean wave's blades glinting like the ocean itself. With no faces creasing their heads, just dark brows and intent on destroying her. Anticipating every move she battled the shadows of mist. Her moves flowed together as she twirled and sliced through her opponents. She used the railing of the boat to kick off and jump over two shadowed enemies, spinning in the air cutting both of them throw the neck before landing.
The fight lasted until she grew tired and was glistening with sweat in the heat of the sun.
Each day seemed to go by evermore slowly. There was only so much for her to do in a day. Check the navigation, scrub down her horse, and practice her swordsmanship, and magic. Each morning and night, she would pour as much energy as she dared into her two pendants seeped in her bracelet. She already had a vast amount of energy stored up within from her grandfather and father's use of it.
On the fifteenth day, after having eaten a light lunch she was sitting on the rail of the ship, her bare feet dangling over the edge, sometimes dipping into the ocean's cold water when a wave rose up. As she let her thoughts wander a childhood chant that her mother had taught her came to mind and she softly sang it to herself.

Dragon scales, dragon breath.
Fire deep within the chest,
Smolder, burn, fire torch, burning, burning more and more.
Ageless, Timeless, never gone.
A fearsome foe to one and all.
Never wake one from its sleep.
Watch your sheep so close at night;
they'll be gone before the light.

As she ended the chant her third go round. She leaned forward out of the boat, her hands curled around the railing for support, idly staring ahead, not expecting to see anything. Immediately her ice-blue eyes flashed. Practically falling back into the boat she hurried to her feet and leaned deeply over the front. As she squinted she could hardly make out what it was, but there it was, a dark misty blot on the horizon. It had to be the island. She felt more relaxed rather than excited. It was still a few days away, but at least she knew she was going in the right direction.
Each day the island grew bigger, and she could see mountain ranges grow higher and higher above her. They were massive mountains, not as large as the Beor Mountains, but impressive in themselves.
On the day that she finally reached the rocky shore, the only reason she did not pounce on land and kiss the ground was because she had to carefully pull her little ship up as far as possible so it would not drift away. She also strapped on her curved blades, and placed her vest over her shoulders, after quickly braiding up her hair again, to hide the unclean mess she had atop her head. Besides, Starblaze was enjoying his freedom enough for both of them.
Her legs were dripping up to her knees when she secured the boat and walked on to the dry ground. It was strange not having the ground beneath her sway with the tottering waves.
The shore that stretched out far and then turned round the island was made of rocks that grew into flat surfaces as she stepped deeper onto the island. The rock plain ended abruptly a dozen feet away into a grass terrain. There was a grassy plain for miles until it reached to the mountain landscape. They immediately sprang up high above her, so high that a few fluffy clouds covered the tips. Farther to the north of the island, (on her right) a small dell of a forest stood, rather proud for such young plants.
Veana could feel, smell and almost see the magic in that place already. Fresh new spells had been laid.
It had occurred to her that no barrier had kept her out, to her thankfulness, but she had triggered a magical alarm upon setting foot on the island. All she had to do was wait to be greeted. How she would be greeted she did not know. She had not time to ponder it, because she could already hear the thunder clap of a dragon's wing high over her coming from the mountains. Her eyes shone with wonder as she saw the one thing she had wished to see ever since they had left Alagaésia. Saphira brightscales, she had grown much since last Veana had laid eyes on the fearsome creature. Her scales shone brightly as she descended and landed far enough away so that Veana could take in the full view of the dragon, and her rider.
She watched as Eragon King Killer slipped down from Saphira's back, it was almost a fifteen foot drop. He strode over to her with confidence and authority.
He seemed taller, and still had his elvish features, a clean shaven face, and impressive riding gear with a golden cape flowing behind him.
As he approached, Veana lifted her two fingers to her lips in the elf way of respect, to add the human tradition she stooped low into a respectful bow, and spoke in the ancient language in greeting.
"Atra esterni ono thelduin, Eragon shur'tugal, un Saphira bright scales."
He gazed at her a moment clearly surprised at her fluent speech. He quickly remembered his manners and pressed his two fingers to his own lips and replied, "Atra du evarinya ono varda."
"Un atra mor'ranr lifa unin hjarta," She lastly said, ending the greeting. "I am called Veana and I have traveled all the way from Alagaesia to meet the two heroes of our time."
"I am flattered," Eragon replied, he sounded unsure of what was to be done since he must not have had unexpected guests so far out before. "Why travel so far just to meet us?"
Veana let a small smile play on her lips.
"That question has many answers," She replied.
She felt Saphira's conscious brush her mind and so opened it up so that the dragon may speak to her.
What are you? Saphira's deep rumbling voice echoed through Veana's head. You smell like a human, and yet have features and speak like an elf child, even though your ears are not as pointed as an elf.
Another smile graced Veana.
"You have keen insight, skulbaka. I am honored you notice. I would be glad to tell my tale to another dragon and rider, but may I ask the privilege of settling in first. My knees are unaccustomed to being on land again, and I smell of fish."
She waited as Eragon looked back at Saphira and they conversed privately.
During the entire conversation, Starblaze had stayed at a distance on the grass. He was far too afraid of Saphira to risk bending down and eating, or coming any closer, but since Veana seemed safe, he did not panic like he might have.
Eragon abruptly turned his attention back to her.
"We welcome you then Veana. But first, we ask that you promise in the ancient language to not do any one here any harm, or plot against a single living thing that lives here."
Veana frowned at that request. She did not like to be bound to anything, no matter the good intentions.
Before he could speak an oath for her to repeat, Veana swore in the ancient language that she intended no harm upon anyone upon that island, unless they provoked harm unto her first.
It was rather a loose promise, but it satisfied Eragon. He already knew the harness of oaths and did not like inflicting them on others when he could avoid it.
"Follow us on your horse over to the mountain range, there you will find shelter and a meal to eat. I will gather the others to meet our guest."
Veana inclined her head deeply in respect as Eragon spun around and climbed back atop Saphira's back.
Veana watched the mighty dragon leap into the air beating her wings down to the earth, disturbing the grass as she soared towards the mountain line.
She wasted no time, calling Starblaze over, she hoped on bare back, and no reins, they sped after the already descending dragon.
Starblaze was a burst of energy and was more than happy to push on, Veana's hair and clothing rustled in the wind as they galloped faster than most spirited stallions could dare go.
As they approached the meeting place Veana could see at ground level a sort of incloser was molded together by the mountain side. It swooped up and over creating a part shelter roof, probably from rain and the heat of the sun. Under the rock roof was a long polished wooden table, which was clear of anything. The other half was opened so that Saphira could lay down her head and peek in. The mighty dragon was lying beside it, with her front claws folded as she watched Veana approaching. She was not the only one watching. Within the shelter and scattered about was a group of elves, gazing at her with almost suspicion in their eyes. They were the caretakers of the dragons. Veana had learned little about them in her travels.
Starblaze slowed and stopped just at the entrance of the meeting area. Veana hopped off his hazelnut back, and let her hand glide up his neck as she slowly walked forward. Using images she told Starblaze to eat and run to his heart's content, that he would be safe. With an enthusiastic bob of his head, Starblaze turned away and raced back down and around the plain, kicking his hind legs in the air a few times, before settling down and ripping up the juicy grass.
Veana hardly noticed all of this as she focused on Eragon in his kingly robes, and his elven councilmen.
Eragon turned his gaze on a female elf. She did not look at him, but inclined her head lightly and disappeared back around the shelter without a word.
"Welcome," Eragon opened up his arms as if to display everyone was to be nice to her, "I hope you will find yourself comfortable here."
"I hope so too," Veana honestly said, feeling every eye on her. She glanced at each elf to see if she recognized any of them. She knew a few faces, and recalled even less names.
"Veàlfa, granddaughter of Nàron the farsighted. We are humbled you have graced us with your presence," The speaker was a dark haired elf. His voice was just as smooth and delicate as any elf she had spoken with. He had golden eyes that almost glowed. Veana recognized him, although he looked just like any other slender and graceful elf she had seen in Ellesméra.
They exchanged the proper greetings, each touching their two fingers to their lips, and Veana spoke first, humbling herself in the elf greeting.
"I am sorry elda, but I do not recall your name. Have we met before," Veana asked. She almost did not want to hear the answer.
"Every elf in Alagaesia knows the half-elf's name," The golden eyes elf smiled.
"That was what I was afraid of," Veana whispered to herself.
"Veàlfa," Eragon asked pointedly, "You told me your name was Veana."
"I said Veana is the name I am called and if it pleases you I would rather be called by my alias. It is more pleasing to the ear."
"As you wish," Eragon replied, "Now that I know you are trustworthy since the elves know of you, I am more ready to trust you, and will freely hear you out."
As he spoke the dark haired elf woman returned from around the shelters wall. She was holding a wooden narrow shaped bowl that had been polished so smoothly it almost looked like glass. It was filled with all kinds of fresh fruit that almost made Veana drool to gaze at. She had not had anything fresh for a few days.
The fruit was offered to her as something to hold her stomach steady before their supper. Veana could only get a few bites of an apple in as she explained in short her family history, and how resent events caused her to decide a visit to the island.
The elves did in fact back her ancestral claim, there was no doubt there.
"I did not know it was possible elves and humans could have children," Eragon commented, "I had never thought of it."
"It is indeed a rare thing, even more so than the idea of an elf and human mating for life." This time it was an elf woman that spoke. Veana knew her by the name Yaela, a silver haired pointed chin woman.
Veana hid a cringe behind the half eaten apple she had in front of her mouth. She did not like that word mating. Her grandfather and grandmother were married; it was as simple as that.
Before any more could be said a faint wisp in the air caught all of their attention. Since all of them had sensitive hearing the sound reached them long before the object in the air did.
Falling down like a vaulting arrow, a small silver dragon that glinted in the sun's rays, like armour, came down upon the place where Veana was standing. Veana was out in the open, away from the curved shelter. She watched the creature bare down towards her without moving.
Just over her head the dragon burst open its wings and glided out onto the field. It circled round once to survey those on the ground before roaring and landing a few feet away from Veana.
"That is Aro," Eragon explained stepping beside Veana as he eyed the dragon. "She hatched a few months ago. She is Saphira's first egg."
"Saphira and Firnen's," Veana asked, without taking her eyes off of the beautiful creature.
Aro began to pace back and forth, she was staring intently at Veana and was on guard as if Veana was a dangerous threat.
"Aye," Eragon smiled, "She was born without a rider."
That was my wish. Aro is a free dragon, one of the first in the new age. Saphira told Veana.
Veana could sense the soft hint of a mother's pride at Aro, it made creeping smile grace Veana's face.
Aro snorted almost as if she was annoyed and scrapped the ground with her front claw.
She is not used to new things. She thinks you are invading our territory. Saphira explained.
"A real wild dragon," Veana whispered with awe in her voice. She was one of the first privileged enough to see the beginning of the dragons rein again.
She confidently strode over to the dragon, casting the half-finished apple away from her, Starblaze would enjoy the leftovers later.
"I wouldn't," Eragon warned.
She is not as tamed as I am hatching. Saphira added.
Veana did not respond but cautiously strode over to Aro.
The silver dragon was only a few inches taller than herself. Aro's eyes were dancing with the fire that was within her belly, which was bursting to come out.
Veana kept her mind closed. She did not know if Aro knew how to attack mentally, since it looked like the glinting dragon was ready to attack physically.
"She will more likely bite you rather than become your friend," Eragon called after Veana.
"Then I will just have to persuade her to be my friend," Veana thought, determined to make it so.
Very slowly she opened her mind to Aro. The dragon's own mind was closed to her so Veana used her words instead.
"Greetings Aro, Saphira's daughter. I am called Veana, half-elf. I come as a friend and am very honoured to meet you." She gave a sweeping bow to expound on the honour.
Aro just snorted in her face and began to circle around Veana, inspecting her closely.
"You should not let a dragon do that," Veana heard one of the elves call.
She understood right away why, and leapt forward to avoid Aro's nipping teeth. The dragon was aiming for her left shoulder, but snatched a few hair strands instead. Veana spun around to face the dragon again, just to avoid another bite attack. To show that she was not someone that can be scared easily, Veana slipped to the side of Aro's extended head and pushed as hard as she could on the dragon's neck.
Aro lost her balance and had to stagger to the side to stand straight again. She whipped her head around to growl at Veana. Both of them locked eyes and stared at each other for almost a minute. Veana refused to relent and neither did Aro. After a long time of boring into each other's souls, Veana felt a small nudge against her mind. With surprise she opened it to receive Aro's words.
Well met, half-human.
With another snort Aro turned away and began to stare at Starblaze with an almost hungry gaze.
Veana was about to interfere, but Saphira rose to fully stand.
You have done well Elda. She has never taken to any elf or human so quickly before. I will make sure she does not eat your stead now. It is time for a lesson on what not to eat for the humans sake.
Saphira slowly moved to stand beside Aro. Veana had to quickly step aside to get out of Saphira's way. She walked back to Eragon and the elves who were all staring at her with almost wide eyed jaw dropping expressions.
"How did you manage that," Eragon asked still unable to believe what he saw.
Veana shrugged like a little girl.
"My grandfather taught me that dragons earned respect through aggression and unyielding strength. It was easy since she is so young and small now. If she was any bigger I would have been bitten in two."
"Do you know him well? Your Grandfather that is," Eragon asked sensitively.
Veana glanced at the other elves standing around, aware that they were also listening.
"I have only met him once and stayed with him in Ellesméra for almost two years. Not long enough to know an ancient elf I think. Even so he painted pictures for my imagination of dragons and what they were like when they covered the land."
Eragon regarded her a moment. No doubt wondering what it must be like to know a grandfather, or have an elf grandfather.
They watched Saphira and Aro a long time, as Aro tried to advance at Starblaze, or even at times at Saphira. Saphira would snarl and snap at the hatchling at times. They seemed to be exchanging words, or maybe pictures to each other to communicate at times.
"We should not keep our guest standing in the sun, starving and in want of a bath," Eragon abruptly announced. He turned to the other elves. "Let us take our friend to the living quarters. We will let her bathe and lay out a dinner of honour for her."
"As you wish," The elves replied, inclining their heads slightly.
As one they moved towards the little forest. They had to circumvent around Saphira and Aro to avoid being trampled on or hit.
Veana could not help but stare after Starblaze, who stood a long ways off in utter terror of the two dragons that occasionally made advances towards him.
"Do not worry, vrangr fricai, I will watch over your stead for you," Another dark haired female elf said kindly.
"Elruno ono," Veana replied, smiling on the elf kindly.

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Veana bathed in one of the many baths the elves had made beside the nearest mountain of the forest. There were many similar enclosed pools that were filled with the mountains spring deeper within the mountain range.
Within the woods the elves lived. To make it more like their native home in Ellesméra they had grown a handful of trees into tree houses, and lived high up peacefully.
As the sun was beginning its goodbye for the day a dinner party was set out on the grass among the trees.
Veana had learned there were three new dragon riders among them, and that three more of the wild dragons had hatched over long periods of time.
Saphira appeared to be busy with all those dragons to train and raise, but she enjoyed it in her own way. She was not the last dragon, but was the mother of all the others.
The dragon riders themselves were rather young. There were two humans, a man and young girl, and one male elf.
Everyone was interested in their new guest, and had many questions for her of news back home. Veana made her attention available to as many as she could during the dinner.
The human man rider was rather boisterous and loved his mead while they ate. It almost annoyed Veana, why would a dragon pick such a man as that, who looked like he used to be drunken bachelor.
The young woman was rather shy and kept to herself. She hid her face behind her streaming blonde hair and would not look anyone in the eye.
The young elf rider fit right in with the other elves, one thing that stood out about him was he looked rather cocky and over confident about himself. Veana could guess as to why he felt that way. He was the first elf, besides Queen Arya to become a dragon rider and was the representative of his race to the rest of Alegasia.
Veana was sitting beside Eragon who was at the head of the table, and so was able to speak with him freely.
"I heard in Narda that the next ship load that arrives here in the next few months has a new batch of riders, some of them are even urgals and dwarves," Veana said, wondering if it was reliable news.
"Aye, that is true," Eragon replied, taking a sip from his silver goblet that was shaped like a mighty dragon. "Six more riders to train," He sighed deeply, "I honestly do not know how we will be able to handle them all."
"I am sure you will find a way, you always do Shur'tugal," Veana smiled to comfort him.
He glanced at her with a question in his eyes.
"You have been to many places, and know many people," He said.
"Aye," Veana agreed.
"Do you know every important person," He asked.
"Can't say that I do," Veana replied, "I know of and perhaps have gotten a glance of every important person of this time, but they do not know my face."
"You remind me of a witch I know," Eragon let an amused smile go.
"You mean Angela," Veana supplied.
Eragon's eyes went wide, "You know Angela?"
"Who doesn't know Angela the witch, and who doesn't she know?"
Eragon leaned his head back to laugh. "Aye, that is true." He took a moment to sip from his goblet again. "I was wondering if you ever knew Oromis and Gleadr, and Brom."
"I am afraid not," Veana sadly shook her head. "I only knew of Brom from stories and tales the Varden had, and then what the elves told me. I never had the pleasure of meeting him, or simply seeing him. As for Oromis the rider and Glaedr the golden dragon, I never knew of their existence until they appeared in battle against Murtagh, and were killed."
"But you stayed in Ellesméra, did you not," Eragon asked.
"Aye, but those two were hidden from my eyes and ears. I was not allowed to know about them since I did not wish to stay among the elves for long."
"Why would that be," Eragon asked.
Veana glanced at him, pressing her lips together. She noted how Eragon never lacked a question.
Eragon understood the foolishness of his inquiry and let it go.
He began conversing with the elf on the other side of him, leaving Veana to herself. She did not stay quiet for long. The woman dragon rider was beside her. Her dragon was garnet colour, and was only a few feet taller than Aro. He lay behind his rider, apparently uninterested in the feast.
When Veana and the girl locked eyes for only a split second, the blonde woman ducked her head away.
"Hullo," Veana tried to be friendly. She felt sorry for the woman, who felt very uncomfortable it appeared. "I do not think I received your name. My name is Veana."
The woman glanced up at her sheepishly.
"Syla," She practically whispered. "My name is Syla, daughter of none."
"Syla," Veana repeated, "I like the sound of that. How long have you known you are a dragon rider?"
"Almost a year now," She sheepishly replied, still avoiding Veana's eyes. "I only arrived here three months ago."
"Why is that," Veana curiously asked.
"It was a mistake that Dagur hatched for me. I wasn't even supposed to touch the egg. So there was a lot of confusion."
Veana wanted to chuckle at that, but instead tried to comfort the girl since she looked like she was about ready to shake all over with nerves.
"I don't think it was a mistake that Dagur decided to hatch for you. For whatever reason you touched the egg, even if it seemed like an accident, it was supposed to be."
Syla remained silent a long time. She picked at her food on her wooden plate.
Listen to her. A rumbling voice of a dragon entered both their minds. Dagur had a deep male voice that was almost like Thorn's. I did not pick you while in my egg because you happened to touch me at the time, or because I felt like hatching. We were meant to be together.
Veana left it at that. She could see Syla had a bit to think about.
There was singing after the meal. The elves music was so sweet and delicious to the ears that Veana was content closing her eyes and drifting away with the fading songs.
Syla and the other man, Veana had heard them call him Burrow, retired to bed. They slept in the mountains where special homes had been crafted so their dragons could stay with them as well.
"Veàlfa," One of the elves, Namion addressed her as she was watching Burrow and Syla fly off into the mountain. "We have a place prepared for your stay, where you can retire for the night."
"Please, call me Veana. I will follow you, but then I wish to check on my horse, and ship."
"That can all be done in the morning, we would be more than happy to look after them while you rest," Namion politely offered.
"Thank you, but I am in no need for sleep now," Veana insisted.
"I beg your pardon. I did not take into account that you won't need to sleep like the others," Namion softly said.
"That is alright, most elves don't," Veana casually said.
They did not pursue the topic. He showed her the tree house she would be staying in. It was a newly crafted home made for guests of any kind, since she was the only guest, she had the place to herself.
Ready to walk out among the stars on her own Veana found Eragon and Saphira waiting for her on the grass plain.
"I hope our accommodations are to your liking," Eragon said with a smile.
She returned the bright expression, "The best that I have had in a long time."
"We are about to go to council with the eldunari up in the mountains," Eragon explained, "We will most likely be busy all night, but the elves will be here if you need anything."
"Thank you Shur'tugal, I think I will be content roaming the plains with my horse Starblaze and soaking in this place," You are all very generous in hosting me.
We were worried you have mistrust for the elves. Saphira unexpectantly said.
"You seemed on edge while speaking to or about them," Eragon added.
"It is nothing serious, being a half breed does have its disadvantages of being suspicious all the time. I am sorry I have showed them to you. It probably has not escaped the elves attention as well," Veana sounded worried mostly because she was going to have to apologize to the elves.
"Do you enjoy your life," Eragon surprised her with the question.
She took her time answering as her past memories came back to her. A light breeze from the sea tousled her tied back hair.
"I do," Was her certain reply. "Although I hope in the future there will be more laughter. There has been so much hate and war in our world for far too long. It needs some joy back in it."
"That is a wise wish," Eragon agreed.
Just as they were bidding each other a fair night Veana stopped him.
"I did not want to mention this in front of the others since the message was for you only. I spoke with Murtagh before returning from the northern woods. He asked me to relay this message for you both."
"What was it," Eragon asked eagerly.
"He said, 'not yet.' That is all," Veana watched closely for Eragon's reaction.
He let the words turn in his mind before ever so slightly shaking his head.
"Thank you Veana. It is well received and understood. Have a restful night."
"You as well, Argetlam," Veana bowed respectfully.
She watched as Saphira soared into the air lifting higher and higher over the mountains. She would never get tired of the sight of a dragon in flight.