Saphira heaves out a heavy sighs and levels her head with Eragons.‘We have had this argument before Little One.’
Eragon crossed his arms over his chest. “So? Does that mean I win again?”
‘No.’
She licks Eragons cheek.
Eragon huffed and twitched as the other licked him. “And why not?” He continued to pout. “You always win; at least give me one argument!”
Saphira heaves out a heavy sighs and levels her head with Eragons.‘We have had this argument before Little One.’
Eragon crossed his arms over his chest. “So? Does that mean I win again?”
The dragon sighs.‘This is why I wish to tie you to my back Little One.’
Eragon pouted playfully. “It wasn’t my fault! He was drunk!”
She thrust her snout into Eragons chest lightly.
‘Don’t blame him.’
Eragon struggled to keep on his feet. “S-Saphira!” He balanced himself and breathed heavily. “I’ll blame who I feel like!”
Saphira snaps her jaw.
‘You are still a child.’
“Say’s the one who is younger than I!”
The dragon sighs.‘This is why I wish to tie you to my back Little One.’
Eragon pouted playfully. “It wasn’t my fault! He was drunk!”
She thrust her snout into Eragons chest lightly.
‘Don’t blame him.’
Eragon struggled to keep on his feet. “S-Saphira!” He balanced himself and breathed heavily. “I’ll blame who I feel like!”
The dragon sighs.‘This is why I wish to tie you to my back Little One.’
Eragon pouted playfully. “It wasn’t my fault! He was drunk!”
“Am not!” Eragon huffed as he walked up to his blue dragoness. He was drenched to the bone and didn’t seem quite happy about it either. “I just got pushed into the water though.”
Saphira huffs.
‘And how is that not getting into trouble, Little One?’
“It’s water.” He sighed and shook her head trying to get the brown hair away from his face. “Water doesn’t hurt. So, I wasn’t in any trouble.”
‘Then why did someone push you in to the water?’
Saphira shakes her head and the cold drops land on her snout.
Eragon looked the other way guiltily. “Uh… they were drunk… and I might have said the wrong thing.”
“Am not!” Eragon huffed as he walked up to his blue dragoness. He was drenched to the bone and didn’t seem quite happy about it either. “I just got pushed into the water though.”
Saphira huffs.
‘And how is that not getting into trouble, Little One?’
“It’s water.” He sighed and shook her head trying to get the brown hair away from his face. “Water doesn’t hurt. So, I wasn’t in any trouble.”
“Am not!” Eragon huffed as he walked up to his blue dragoness. He was drenched to the bone and didn’t seem quite happy about it either. “I just got pushed into the water though.”
“I’m sure he will, it is his destiny after all,” Merlin thought of the idea, wondered what it would be like to a rider as well as a Dragon Lord. It brought a sense of adventure, but also a grave responsibility, my place is with Arthur…“Maybe when that day comes, you can come back to Camelot, I’m sure having the people of Camelot bond with dragons would help bring peace and reconciliation between the people of Albion and Dragons and Magic. How do you become a dragon rider?”
Eragon scratched the back of his head and chuckled. “A dragon chooses to hatch for you. That’s really all it is.” He smiled at his memory of Saphira hatching. “They choose and leave a mark, and the bond is created when the mark is left.”
Merlin laughed at the idea of Arthur meeting Eragon and Saphira, “I know the king well,” he said, “I think you and Saphira would scare him to death, he is still new to his throne, but he rules with his heart as well as his head. He is not ready for meeting someone of your calibre yet,”
Eragon chuckled, his ears twitching. “Well I guess I can only hope that this king will prosper in time; I hate to say this but we need more dragon riders soon… The years of teaching won’t exactly be fun for both Saphira and I.”
