a painfully-late starter for @atlsburnt ( eragon )
It was perhaps the longest flight she and Fírnen had yet to embark on together. The leagues of a single flight did not compare to those she had traversed throughout her time as envoy to the Varden but it was certainly the longest time she had spent traveling with the partner of her heart and mind. It had been exhilarating to soar above trees and plains and mountains alike, even more so with the prospect of looking upon lands foreign to them. Fírnen--who had the majority of his yet short life in and around Du Weldenvarden and the elven cities--was particularly eager to explore the lands beyond Alagaesia. His joy washed over her in crashing waves with each new landscape, even after time had begun to eat away at their combined energy. She could not blame him, for even the Crags of Tel'naeír could not compare to the thrill of new and open skies.
When at last the sanctuary came into view--she had seen it in a vision Eragon had shared with her--anticipation flooded the link Arya shared with Fírnen. It was all they could do to remain with their young charges--a six-month-old sand-colored dragon and her rider--and restrain themselves from racing ahead. Within a few moments, she felt a presence brush against the boundaries of their joined minds. It was familiar and comforting, like a a memory of a sound or smell from early childhood, though one she had nearly forgotten.
Fírnen felt the contact just as she had and, angling downwards, put on a burst of speed. Their young charges fell far behind, taken aback by the sudden change in pace as well as the strange minds pressing against their own. A thunderous roar sounded from the valley below, filling the air and causing dragon and elf to shiver. Beneath her, Fírnen tossed his head and answered the call with his own. The song of the dragons melded together in a queer and beautiful harmony. A mass of flashing blue scales sped up towards them and at last, Arya opened her mind.
