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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 18:06:24 GMT -5
Hérion rumbled with delight and exclaimed,"I'm doing well, thank you Argetlam. We must get back to training as soon as you are ready, so I suppose this means we'll be staying here for a while." He paused, glancing at Anira who nodded in approval.
Anira motioned in as well,"This is true. I can't be caught like that again, using such magic more than once would be even worse." She patted Hérion along the side, glad that she had been able to transport him all the way to Aysten. From there, it seemed that everyone had arrived in an attempt to rescue her. It kind of made her feel glad to have such good friends that'd do such a thing just to rescue her.
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 18:08:39 GMT -5
"And it gave us a big hassle" mumvked Vlaer. "The Rider Orion had an old Eldunari with him.."
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 18:17:04 GMT -5
"I though as much. Though I feel sorry for him for certain reasons, since Galbatorix is lying to him. I saw it as he evaded my mind, but he didn't have to cut me to pieces and break my bones as if they were sticks either." She growled quietly, clenching her fists with quiet fury before releasing it out into the ground to be replaced with deadly calm.
Hérion nodded in agreement, dark gray smoke rising from his nostrils at the memory. "Let us not think of these things at the time, it troubles not only me, but my Rider and everyone else as well. Everything is as it should be, and let us keep it at that." Anira grinned, nodding as she asked the question she had many times before,"So, what now?" |
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Post by Nandon on Mar 10, 2013 18:17:40 GMT -5
Aystens thoughts also flashed back to the fatefull day when the shade had barged in...the single man who had taken everything from him "i killed him...him and his men" aysten said growling slightly. He then smiled and looked around at his friends "please stay as long as you wish...the house can get rather lonely at times..."He aysten said moving towards the kitchen
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 18:20:55 GMT -5
"If you don't mind Herion I'd like to burrow you and Anira." said Vlaer and Belgabad
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 18:31:29 GMT -5
Hérion nodded, gesturing with his tail towards himself and Anira,"Anything you wish, Argetlam and Brightscales." Anira grinned at Aysten and spoke,"Thank you, from the both of us that is." Hérion glanced at Belgabad respectively, while Anira did so to Vlaer, both wondering what the two could be in need of.
Taking out a flask, Anira took a sip of clear water that wet her dried tongue from the exasperating flight it took to get here The tow had been out flying almost all day, speaking with each other like two great friends would. More than friends really. Hérion hummed quietly, relishing in the connection of memories that Anira was shuffling through. |
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Post by Nandon on Mar 10, 2013 18:40:17 GMT -5
Aysten went into his kitchen and reached into a box he had enchanted to stay cold which then helped his food stay good for longer. Reaching in he pulled out a large unlabled bottle and poured himself a glass "would you care for some wine anira?"He he asked pouring himself a glass. Before he moved over to his desk again and pulled out a peice of parchment which he began scribbling on... since he now had a house aysten had decided to start keeping a journal of his life so that future generations could learn from his mistakes and advance on his gains.
He had started writing earlier and he finished a sentance he had begun writing previously to there arival. ' and that was when the shade dyten came and took from me what i cared most. Her name which still calls to me in my memories...he destroyed my home and family. And what may have possibly been.' He finished writing and as that brought back memories of loss he gulped down the rest of the mug before moving to pour a second glass leaving the parchemeng on the table
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 18:48:56 GMT -5
"I wouldn't mind a glass. What is it you're writing there?" She questioned attentively, watching the rise and fall of the strokes along the paper with curiosity. Anira sidled over, standing at the wider side of the desk, staring at him idly before he left to pour a second glass for himself. She didn't read the writing, only to be polite and stay out of others personal items and continued to busy herself with the beautiful changing lights that flickered overhead.
Hérion didn't pay attention to the two, busy talking with Belgabad about some amazing hunting stories he had been through and the flight from Ellesmera to the Eldor in an attempt to hide their identities.
Anira ran her hand along the smooth bark desk, tracing the many lines and curves the fluttered throughout the wood. |
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Post by Brenton on Mar 10, 2013 18:57:21 GMT -5
Brenton had started to nod off as he sat there and listened but his mind had never closed off and he had been aware of his surroundings the entire time. So how are you doing now, Aysten? Brenton asked without ever opening his eyes. There was no reason when he could tell exactly what was happening with just his other senses. Then he thought of another question. Also, have you heard from Nandon lately? The rider he had saved twice now hadn't contacted him since the days of his training Aysten and Kriss.
Kelocias, daughter of Vrael, rode through the skies on Istven's back. The great horizon before them was made all the better by the sea of trees below them. Istven, do you see the two dragons below us? I believe the one is Belgabad. We should go visit the home. With that said, the two descended below and landed on the ground with a thunderous thud right outside the house. Kelocias slid off the back of her dragon and hit the ground. She walked into the house and stopped just as she saw all four of the bipedal figures inside. Well, if it isn't Vlaer and Belgabad. How have you been?
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Post by Nandon on Mar 10, 2013 19:01:22 GMT -5
Aysten nodded his head and poured a second glass for him and one glass for anira. When she asked what he was writing he gestured to the page "read for yourself...i have decided to keep a journal so that the future will know my gains and failures an dbe able to advance on them" he returned with the glasses of wine and then handing one to anira he turned the parchment so that she could read the full thing easier. It read "'i supose i shall start with a name. I am Aysten gilansson i am from bullridge and it is my failures, my sucesses and my adventures i shall recnord here....it was my 18nth birthingday and it was the time i would celebrate most as i was finally to become a man. The begining of my party went smoothly and i danced with the one at the time i considered to be the love of my life...i thought i would marry her but i was wrong." And then it continued onto what aysten had just finished writing
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 19:14:37 GMT -5
"You lost a loved one?" She whispered under her breath, glancing upward with a quiet gaze that seemed devoid of any emotion because of the colorless matter. Turning around swiftly, Anira smiled idly at the new arrival.
Anira took a sip from her goblet of wine. Was there really that many Riders around the land now? It still felt like very few existed, but more and more seem to be popping up everywhere. Anira was surprised she had never yet met Eragon personally, though she had to stop her training with Oromis for Eragon to take her place.
She pushed back the irritating thoughts that knocked upon her brain, just asking to come in for her to ponder over. Nope, wasn't going to let it happen. Living in the present instead of the past was the best way to go.
Anira quietly continued reading the parchment, scanning over the handwriting with a careful gaze. "Smart idea. Though who was it that - died? If you don't mind me asking."
Herion glanced at the Rider and the new dragon curiously. |
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Post by Nandon on Mar 10, 2013 19:23:03 GMT -5
Aysten glanced at his door breifly and shook his head in exasperation "i guess i should just take away the door since no one seems to care if its shut...."He he said seriously but in a joking manor. He then turned to breton "i have been doing well thank you...and no i havent heard from him...though i believe he is in elsmera...."He aysten said before turning back to anira. "Well she was my best friend of 18 years....we grew up together...played together....we did everything together yet we tiptoed around the thought of us dating we didnt want to ruin what we had. And just as i got the courage to ask...she was taken from me along with my father by dyten..."He he said
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 19:29:36 GMT -5
"Maybe she's still alive?" She suggested quietly, trying to keep him hopeful though she wasn't sure whether he knew that she was dead or not. Could always be a possibility, you know? Anira slowly leaned down on the wall and slid till she was sitting comfortably against it, glancing at the new dragon with silent interest.
It's amazing how every dragon has a certain beauty to them, but how do the regular brown dragons feel against some of the more beautiful colors such as blue, gold, black, white, purple, and the others? It was a thought she kept to herself, not even sharing it with Hérion since he'd probably brag about his color.
Hérion shuffled quietly, gaining some room to lie down as well. He followed along with the nearby conversations, adding in certain things here and there. |
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Post by Brenton on Mar 10, 2013 19:31:01 GMT -5
Brenton nodded and then thought about the house he had visited. The one where Nandon had been held when he had last seen him. It was sad that the elf had sort of just disappeared and Brenton had grown away from him. Then Brenton looked up and saw a girl walk in. She was a rider but he didn't know who. Do I know you? Brenton asked briefly.
Kelocias smiled warmly at the prince of the elves and then replied. No, Prince Brenton. I have never had the honor of meeting you. I am Kelocias, daughter of Vrael and Andume. She directed her name to everyone.
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Post by Nandon on Mar 10, 2013 19:57:03 GMT -5
AAysten shoke his head at anira in a slightly sad manor. "No...dyten stabbed her and she died in my arms...but let us move away from such unpleasentries."He said quickly moving to greet the rider who had entered his home and then moving back to his desk and grabbing his wine then moving into the kitchen "is anybody hungry? Because i was about to cook dinner..."
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 10, 2013 23:02:11 GMT -5
Tking Anir and Herion to the side Vlaer and Belgabad told them "We have to train you in the arts of mental combat. We shall begin tommorrow."
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Post by ᗩпїra on Mar 10, 2013 23:09:27 GMT -5
"We gladly will participate, Vlaer and Belgabad." Hérion and Anira mimicked at the same exact time, each glancing at each other with a flicker of humor. The two always seemed to have the same responses, knowing each other all too well.
Anira turned and slightly reached out place a hand on Aysten's shoulder, she leaned forward and whispered,"I'm sorry once more, I shouldn't have asked." She didn't wait for a response, turning and going to stand shoulder to shoulder with Vlaer who was slightly taller than her in the first place. "Hello Kelocias, an honor to meet someone with a heritage such as your own." She did the complementary elven greeting, bowing slightly and smiling politely.
She gestured towards her dragon, and asked softly,"And, may I ask, what is your name Brightscales?" |
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 11, 2013 9:29:06 GMT -5
"Okay then, brace yourselves." Vlaer said to to their apprentices before he rammed his anguish and pain and anger and want for vengeance when his master, the one person who was like a father to him was murdered by the hands of the Oath-breaker and Belgabad did the same with Herion. They both knew that their strength was enough to defeat at least two Eldunari that were around 100 years old so restrained themselves lest they kill their apprentices.
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Post by Brenton on Mar 11, 2013 9:55:27 GMT -5
Istven rumbled deep in her chest before replying to the two-legs rider-of-dragon. I am named Istven, as well as Brightscales, Bjartskular, and ancient one. It is a pleasure to meet other dragons.
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Post by Aelodil on Mar 11, 2013 10:02:18 GMT -5
Smiling Vlaer and Belgabad responded saying "It is an honor to meet someone as old as us."
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