"Well, will you tell me where you heir from?" you ask old Brom with a leering tone. A vain in his neck twitches. Drak rumbled as he gave the old man his piercing stare. "I see your point young Giljaras" Brom cried, he wasn't stupid enough to take on a dragon.
"Sorry, you know dragons, they just get overly protective at times, I'll just tell you I'm from really far away, and escaped the kings dragon killing ways" you revealed. "I just wonder, what would possess a man, who is a dragon rider himself, to kill almost all dragonkind?" you cry. Back at home, they'd use fillibusters and political quagmires to settle disputes, not outright killing. Well, the Mylandians don't hesitate to kill dragons, but that's different.
Brom's cheek twitched, he'd been one of those dragon riders who'd becomd dragonless himself. He forced his expression into a smile, "Well my friend, he hasn't gotten all of them. In fact, there is a boy named Eragon who'd be quite interested in meeting you."
"Oh really? So does that mean he has a dragon?" Drak cried, tilting his neck forward. "Oh yes Drakreanor, her name is Saphira" Brom revealed. DRak nodded, a soft rumbling emanating from his throat.
You shake your head, "The horny monster already has a girlfriend back home, it seems that nothing can satisfy his exotic tastes" you tease, nudging your dragon. Brom chuckles coldly, "Like dragon like rider."
"HEY!!" you retort indignantly, though his allegation held a bit of truth. Before you can say another word, Brom walks out of the forest and toward a large, snow-blanketed field. You follow close behind, watching for any interlopers should they come this way. After a short walk you come across a small camp. You notice a boy who looks about two years younger than you laying on his bunk, staring at the sky with a tear in his eye, while his young female dragon comforting him.
"What's up with him?" you wonder, keeping your voice down. Brom sighs, "Just lost his dear uncle yesterday." You gritted your teeth, you remembered how back home the Mylandians made you watch as your parents were electrocuted to death. You knew how he felt. Poor dude...
Brom walked into camp and nudged him to attention. "What is it?" he called irritably, shifting in his bunk. "There is somebody I would like you to meet, it's another rider..." he called with a soft voice. The boy scrambled out of bed with wild kicking, while his dragon twisting her body to gaze upon Drak. You flashed him your fake gedewy insignia, flashing your wings would have driven him to hysteria.
The boys wide eyes leered as if seeing a female for the first time, pointing at you. "Y-you're another rider? And is he your dragon?" he asked you, as if deffering to a god. "We have names you know, I'm Giljaras and this monster here is Drakreanor" you introduced, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Drak grumbled softly to your side, "Yeah Eragon, haven't you noticed my wings? Unlike what old decadent Brom may tell you in his stories, we're still just guys in the end" Drak encouraged.
Brom, overhearing Drak, made an awful face while he made breakfast. You also overheard a soft growling to your side which came from Saphira, her jaw arched into a wild smile. Eragon gave a half smiled, "Heh, I think she may already fancy Drakreanor, she's never seen another dragon before" he joked.
You turned back to the lusty blue dragon as saliva slivered down her jaw, "Yeah, I can tell..." you replied.
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