Gath Gata (An Inheritance Cycle story)

Eldunarí Issues

"No."

"But Daaaaad-"

"I'm not letting you fly to Hedarth by yourself."

"I wouldn't be alone, I'd have Eridor!"

"Eridor doesn't count, we've been over this; you two are practically the same person and are equally apt at getting into trouble!"

"But-"

"No buts! You are staying here in Du Ilia Abr Stjarna until you can deal with a chaperone," 

"Ugh!"

Islan was tall for her age. Well, age didn't really count for her, really, being mostly elf and part human, from her dad. She was 25, a teenager or younger in the eyes of the elves, and the riders. She and her father, Eragon Shadeslayer, often had arguments about what she and her dragon, Eridor, could and couldn't do. Most of the time, Islan gained nothing, leaving her and her father extremely frustrated. Her mother, Arya Shadeslayer, was currently in Du Weldenvarden with Fírnen on 'diplomatic matters' as she so often was. Islan missed her dearly, because she was always able to talk sense into her dad. Saphira wasn't often helpful, for she was amused by the petty disagreements, but Arya always treated these disputes with respect and used her diplomatic skills to find a solution in less time than the fight had started. 

Islan desperately wished her mother was here now. She stalked away from Eragon who was currently standing by the river with Saphira and about to go scouting. He had turned back to Saphira and was securing her saddle bags one last time before they took off. Islan scowled, and tapped into her mental link with Eridor.

How did it go? He asked, in a melodic voice laced with amusement.

Same as usual, she grumbled mentally. Eridor let loose a low, rumbling dragon-laugh. She eased into a jog up the hill towards the dragon-keep, where she knew Eridor was lounging and laughing at her.

//time skip to keep//

Finally reaching the top of the stairs to the third level of the dragon-keep, Islan strode forward and looked for Eridor's alcove. She spotted his tail peeking out of an alcove to her left, and she jogged towards it. Using the wall, she swung herself into the alcove, landing by the right flank of its noble inhabitant. He swung his head over in front of Island and blinked lazily. The dragon's eye was a bright shade of amethyst laced with silver, while the rest of him was more a royal purple mixed with indigo. He was about half the size of Saphira, who was almost the size of a manor house by now. 

Enjoying the sun? Islan asked plopping down by his shoulder. Eridor hummed pleasantly at her.

Yes, it's really nice today, he commented. The wall behind him opened up into the sky, and the summer sun beamed down of his glittering purple figure. 

ERIDOR!!!

The mental shout startled them both, and Eridor and Islan physically flinched and shielded their minds.

Yes...?  Eridor ventured. 

Don't close your mind to me, hatchling! The new mentality roared.

Yes, mother. He replied reluctantly. His mother, Ophelia, growled mentally.

If I still had a tail you would have received a good whack over the head! She growled (again.) Anyways, you need to stop wandering off during your lessons. Just because I can't run after you doesn't mean you don't need to stay put and get educated! 

On the contrary, he replied smoothly, I prefer hands-on education.

Don't back-tall me, hatchling! She roared. Extra lessons tomorrow, and we're taking a field trip to the dragon-cage!

Uuuuuugghhhh Eridor groaned. Islan was doing a bad job at stiffling a laugh. It's not funny, he sniffed. She laughed harder. 

Having Eldunarí issues, are we? She asked, chortling.

I suppose so, he commented wryly.

You 'suppose so', eh?

I suppose so.

S'pose so.

S'pose so.

(If you haven't already figured this out; this is an Eragon spinoff/fanfiction. Go read the books if you haven't already, then come read.)