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Eragon: Last of the Free Riders (saphiras_rider) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-13 16:27:00

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bella swan, complete, day six, eragon and saphira

Who: Eragon, Saphira, and Bella
What: Arriving in the Illusion City
When: Day 6
Where: The edges of the city
Rating: TBD
Status: All done!

In the rush to get back to the Varden from Ellesmera, Eragon almost didn't notice the swirl of light in front of them. Saphira? he said, gently touching the dragon's conscious. What is that?

But it was too late to turn around. The winds that had pushed against them on the way to Du Weldenvarden were pushing them forwards, and before Saphira could even get her wings under her, the wind pushed them forwards to the light. The landscape around them changed almost instantly. What had once been desert was now lush and colorful, and yet somehow faded. Moving into Saphia's mind, Eragon noticed the colors were dull and bland even through her eyes. What is this place? he asked, as much to himself as to her.

I don't know, she replied, glancing around to get her bearings. It's strange. It doesn't feel like home. Or anywhere near there, honestly. I don't like the look of it.

"Me either," he replied out loud, and with a nudge of his knee, he urged her downwards. "Come on, let's check it out."

This isn't a good idea, Little One, she scolded. We have places to be, in case you've forgotten. Nasuada?

Eragon felt a twinge of guilt, but shook his head. If it's not the Empire, then we've nothing to worry about, do we? Come on, I want to know what's going on.

Though he could feel her discomfort at the idea, Saphira relented and ducked under a gust of wind. It's colder here, she commented, but landed with a gentle 'thump'. Eragon climbed off of her back, jumping to the ground with still newly discovered grace. Puzzled, he glanced around, taking in the tents and sounds that looked like some sort of Faire. A poor one, but a Faire just the same. Carvahall had very few in his time, and this certainly couldn't complete with an elven celebration, but it was happening just the same.

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_bella
2009-04-13 04:05 pm UTC (link)

Bella was growing more and more accustomed to the idea that she was trapped in whatever bizarre waking nightmare she'd fallen into. She'd spent the better part of the day before in a coma like sleep brought on by shock and exhaustion from crying herself to sleep. It was only when the rain began to patter outside her window that she slipped into restless nightmares. She dreamed of dark forests filled with creatures that stared at her, watching her, waiting… She'd woken with a start and hadn't been able to get back to sleep after that—not that she'd even want to. Instead she looked through her journal until the sun rose behind thick gray clouds, and she was glad she'd left her house with her raincoat and water proof boots.

Though there were clothes in her room (a discovery made in her pre-dawn attempt to chase away the nightmare), she dressed in the same clothes she'd arrived in, not ready to completely succumb to the circumstances. She'd made no attempts to see the area she'd appeared in, and despite the rain she figured it was best to get it over with. Slipping on her boots and stuffing her journal into her backpack (which she still refused to let out of her sight), she pocketed her room key and slipped out into her dorm hallway, and then, reluctantly, out into the rainy new day.

She had been walking around not more than a minute or two when a dungy looking assortment of tents and people caught her eye. It didn't look all that … there, she finally decided, but it was the main point of interest, and it would provide some respite from the rain, so she headed there, head ducked to keep out the rain, hands holding the straps of her jacket, ready to catch herself if she tripped. She was almost there when a noise distracted her. She could hear it above the rain, but it wasn't anything familiar. She looked around, her brows knitting together until a crease formed in the bridge of her nose. She finally tilted her head up as the giant dragon landed not more than 5 feet away from her. She gasped, a fearful yelp escaping as a surge of fear rooted her legs to the ground. Her eyes went wide with fear. She wanted to run, but she couldn't get her legs to cooperate. Instead, she stood there, looking stunned. Her instincts told her to scream for help, or at least stay silent and try to slip away undetected, but what really came out was a sharp, "That's a dragon!" Her voice cracking at the end.

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saphiras_rider
2009-04-13 10:10 pm UTC (link)

It was probably the wrong decision on his part, but Eragon couldn't help it. He laughed at the girl's reaction, hearing Saphira chuckle to herself as well. Grinning a bit, he glanced up at the blue dragon with pride before nodding at the girl. "Aye, that she is. You've never seen one, I take it?" Well, that wasn't all that surprising. Most people hadn't.

You don't know we can trust her, a soft voice murmured, touching his mind. Eragon brushed off the dragon's concern, however, as he often did when he thought she was being overprotective. Still, he casually brushed the hilt of the sword at his waist, verifying that his new addition still sat safely. Even if he could trust this girl, he didn't know for sure he could trust anyone else around them. She seems harmless, he told Saphira.

I can't get into her mind. Saphira seemed put out, and Eragon shot her a look that plainly said she shouldn't have been attempting to without permission anyway. "You wouldn't happen to know where we are?" he asked, hoping the girl would've recovered from her shock enough to at least match them appropriately to the right location.