Contacting
The following day after Arya's birth giving Eragon was getting ready to form the spell Oromis had taught him just that morning. The conversation
had been flawed and halting because Oromis was deep in a lecture with Murtagh, about the death words he had taught Eragon. The spell was
composed of two parts. First, it would transport you immediately to where you wanted to go, and second, it took no more energy then
summoning a fireball.
Now Eragon was about to put the spell to the test, by transporting himself from the Crags of Telnear to the tree where Arya was. It was about a
mile distance. He closed his eyes and chanted out the lines. The second he was done he felt like he was a stick in a river that had been latched
onto a rock, but was now moving with the flow of the river.
One second he was standing on the cliffs and the next he was standing beside Arya. She was holding there new born son, with more love and
affection then he could ever remember seeing. She looked up at him, seeming unsurprised by his sudden appearance. "Hello Eragon. I missed
you." She handed him their son and he held him the way she told him too, because he had only held a child of that age once or twice in his life.
"I think I want to name him Brom." Eragon nodded as he looked at his son.
"I like that too. Brom it is." Even though he was no older then a day, he could already see the tips of his pointed ears. Then he raised him up
over his head and Brom started to laugh in a baby like way. Then he handed him back to Arya. "I need to contact Nasuada. I'll be leaving some
time today."
With that he ran to Tialdari Hall. As he was going to the queens' room, he was distracted by a sound coming out of one of the rooms. It sounded
identically to Nasuada's voice. He slowly walked to the room. In his mind he uttered a spell to enhance his hearing, and allow him to see through
the wall. Blodhgarm sat in front of a mirror which depicted Nasuada again naked.
Though he could not see for positive he was sure he saw his mouth twitch in a wolf like smile. Nasuada's tent was bare of any other human,
dwarf, or Urgal. Thinking that she seemed to have ordered them out he watched as Nasuada carried on a perfectly innocent conversation with
Blodhgarm, while being naked.
The sight was too much for him. He burst in through the door and said, "What is going on here?" Nasuada, after nearly having a stroke, said,
"Eragon, what are you doing? I thought I told you to go to Farthen Dur." Eragon looked at Blodhgarm, who was cool and calm. "I was going to
before I stumbled upon this."
"Eragon, as your ligelord I order you to stay out of it." That she would resort to that so quickly indicated that this had been going on for some
time. A hope pricked him. "Very well, Lady Nasuada. By the way, is Saphira close by? I wish to talk to her." Outside the window he could see
Thorn flying a few twenty feet. Nasuada looked around and grabbed her dress off the floor and got it on as fast as possible. She looked back
into the mirror towards Blodhgarm. "I apologize for this untimely interruption."
"Do not worry yourself that I am offended. It is of no fault of your own that Eragon has horribly tuned manners." Eragon glared at him for a
heartbeat, but he paid no attention. At that moment Saphira stuck her head the open panel of the tent. Eragon felt wonderful as he saw her. It
had been near a month since he last saw her. Using her sight of him to link them, Saphira was able to contact him through the mind touch. I
have missed you, little one.
And I you. You should know I have someone that I want you to meet. Saphira looked around the room he was in. Who's that? Motioning with a
hand Thorn, the red dragon flapped twice and landed in the thirty foot entry way. The room was big enough that he could fit easily. Saphira's
upper lip shoot up and a near defining growl. Thorn however seemed to be in a quite trance. Saphira opened her mouth as if she felt that she
could send a jet of flame through the mirror and scorch him to death.
Projecting her thoughts toward him she said, "What are you doing, egg breaker!" Eragon pointed his mind at Thorn. Instead of anger he felt a shy
playfulness in him. A deep voice sounded through his mind, the mind of Thorn. My name is Thorn. I have not broken any eggs, nor do I intend to.
The snarl coming from Saphira disappeared and she tilted her head to the she pointed her eyes towards a being behind the mirror.
The image of her grew as the spell retracted the energy sustaining it so that they could see all of Saphira. The tip of her tail swished back and
forth.
Then her tongue darted out as of to taste his scent. Thorn mirrored this movement. Confused Eragon asked Saphira, What are you doing? She
flicked her eyes at him and then said; "Don't bother me, little one. I'm busy. What a moment." For several minutes they flicked their tails and other
odd things. Then Thorn nodded his head and the thought came to Eragon, "I look forward to meeting you in the flesh, Saphira Bjartskulr." To his
astonishment Eragon felt the same feeling coming from her when she had bit Glaedr's tail, during their training. Astonishment suffused him.
Saphira was falling for Thorn?
After a small amount of jealousy and anger he decided that he could live with it. After all she would have to share his affections from now on too,
for now he had Brom and Arya. She had not made one single complaint about it. Nasuada spook up. "Yes, that's all very good. Eragon when will
you get to Farthen Dur?" It took him a minute to hear her because he was still looking at Thorn and Saphira staring at each other.
"If I wanted I could be there in a minute." Nasuada smiled, clearly not expecting that answer. "Good then get there as soon as the opportunity
presents itself." Eragon bowed.
"Yes, Lady Nasuada."
"As soon as you get the egg of course."
"Of course, Lady Nasuada.
She looked at Blodhgarm, and touched her first two fingers to lips and placed on the mirror. Blodhgarm smiled and said, "Do not forget." Then
she disappeared. Standing Eragon looked at Blodhgarm. "Don't forget what?" Blodhgarm raised a paw and started to lick it. "Something of great
value, Shadeslayer." Eragon shook his head. "Not satisfactory. I insist that you give a good explanation."
Blodhgarm laughed. "Nasuada told me what to do in this instance. She said that should you ask about it to tell you that it is none of you're
business and to stay out of it." With that he left, leaving Eragon alone with Thorn.
Thorn lay his head down and said in Eragon's mind, "You're dragon is amazing, so smart and beautiful with her bright blue scales. You are truly lucky
to be bonded with her. Her teeth are so sharp and white. And her claws have to be at least twice as long and big as mine. She could pin me to the
ground with no effort at all. And her tail.
He continued on for several minutes almost a half hour. His sudden outpour surprised him. How long have you felt this way about Saphira? Thorn
raised his head at the sudden interruption. "Well……I….." Eragon had never before heard a dragon stutter. Saphira was never at a lose for words.
Quite to the contrary she had a better vocabulary then Eragon.
Come on. Answer me. Thorn lowered his head. If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone, least of all Saphira. Eragon swore that he would
not. I didn't fell anything for her the first time I saw her, but during my days in Uru'bean and on the wing, my mind went to her more and more often.
Eragon slowly nodded as he listened to the blood red dragon talk. So then you now think you love her? Thorn dipped his head. I do. Do you think
Saphira likes me in the same manner? Eragon thought back to the feelings coming off her while they spoke. I think so, but I'm not sure. Thorn
blinked, making his large red eye invisible for an instant.
I hope that I will not tantalize our current or future relationship between us, Eragon, by making you share Saphira. I know I would not like if Murtagh
were to find one that I would have to share him with. Eragon thought about and said. Do not worry. I will not be offended. Thorn rapped his tail
around Eragon for a moment and then withdrew it. Thank you, Eragon Shadeslayer.
Nodding, Eragon stood. What was all that tail-twitching that you and she did? Thorn's eye sparkled. Ah, a most apt question. Consider it a lower form
of the elves traditional greeting. They talked for a few more minutes and then Thorn left.
