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Deep in the heart of the dwarven stronghold. At what could only be mid-day. All was turmoil and politics. A hero and herione lay in waiting.
Eragon sat meditationg, before he anymore stressful imortant decisions for the fate of the five dwarven kingdoms. He sat in the lutus position, his back aching due to stress. He streched and groaned under his breath as the muscles spasamed and grew tight with resistance. Afterward he felt a littke for relife as reward for his labor.
Saphira was very bored. Her mind no longer needed the rest and so she was now demanding attention. Bright scales sought out her prey, olive skinned and serine. The time to strike was met with no chase, but this wasnt food but play! And plenty enough compaionship her prey was ,yes.
Eragon shreiked in surprise as saphira swatted him in the face, asking for a sparring match. The rider of hers obliged. Getting into a standing position in order to get revenge for the swatts with his own! How the two romped twisting and shouting friendly obcenities at eachother. The two managed to have so much fun a lamp post was knocked over. Oops! If it wasnt for the foster brother coming in the two would have just stared at the lamp. And then at the sound of knocking the two burst into nearly histerical laughter.
Apologies were made on both sides and then they were greeted with a very polite maid. Whom was more than happy to provide her services. The shards cleaned and thanks given the two had enough time before tommorrow to drift off to sleep. Shadeslayer felt safest in the world with saphira. And brightscales was all to glad to make her little one eragon happy.