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Isabella "Bella" Swan (_bella) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Head down, watching where she placed each step, Bella couldn't hide her curiosity when he began to describe Alagaesia. It seemed like weather was a universal constant, but the rest...? Magic, empires, dragon riders (which she assumed meant people who road dragons, though she wasn't entirely positive)... it all sounded so fascinating. She was never one of those girls with her head in the clouds, dreaming up fantasies or adventures. She was simple in her tastes--even in her reading, but hearing his description, knowing that he was real, flesh and blood, and so was the place he was describing...well, it sent a small thrill down her spine. No matter what he thought, it didn't sound like Forks in any way shape or form. Forks was rainy and dreary. The only thing to mark the passing of time was school, which aside from the first eventful day and the mystery that was Edward Cullen's momentary hatred of her, was exceedingly routine.

The corners of her mouth pulled down in a frown when he mentioned that Saphira was the last female of her kind. She had only just discovered the dragon existed, and already she couldn't imagine a world without her. She turned, mirroring him, and glanced back at the dragon, a soft smile forming as she watched her play with the puddles. A chuckle bubbled out of her lips, soft and barely audible, and the only thing that pulled her attention forward again was her foot catching on the ground again, reminding her to watch where she was walking. When she turned her attention back to walking, she bit lip to stop the from returning. She knew it was probably silly, but she hoped very much that Saphira and Eragon would be released soon. Her desire for their release even exceeded her own wish to be home. She simply didn't want that sort of fate to befall them.

Still, that didn't seem like an appropriate topic, and so she picked up on his previous statement as they neared the dorms. "I'd have to see Alagaesia to be sure, but it sounds like there are some key differences." She commented, her tone taking on a teasing quality at the end, "Although they probably have a lot of fundamentals in common." She conceded. "Though, I think things would be a lot more interesting in Forks if we had magic and dragon riders." She tried to keep her tone light, and found that it wasn't as hard as she'd anticipated. Worry aside, she found Eragon easy to talk to. So far, he hadn't made a big deal of her clumsiness, he was quick to offer a smile despite his current situation, and he seemed genuinely nice. He wasn't as devastatingly handsome as Edward Cullen, though he was still handsome--almost beautiful even, which made him less intimidating. Also, he wasn't someone she recognized from the pages of any book she read as a child which seemed to make him more real than Caspian had been, and if asked, she would have to admit that next to Edward, he held her interest more than anyone she'd met in a while. She had dozens of questions she wanted to ask him about where he was from, and what his world was like. It disappointed her to see that they were coming to their destination and her time speaking with him would be up.