for a brief second renfri worried that she would soon be entering another fight. one that she was in no shape to win, not with the state she was currently in. her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, eyes following every movement of the stranger. then something moved within the shadows of the cave… 

she felt it before she saw it, then she heard it. renfri was sure it was a hallucination born of blood loss and shock. but the vision of the dragon did not fade, and she was left to wonder at what she believed was reality and myth. renfri had little time to wonder at the beast, the man speaking up and bringing attention back to her wounds. “i’ll be fine.” 

yet the gash at her side would certainly need to be sealed at the very least, but from what she could tell that was the worst of it. still she stood, as best she could, and ventured out of the cave slowly and carefully. “My name is Renfri, what’s yours?” She answered, and questioned him in the same breath as she found a tall tree to rest under. 

trouble finds and follows eragon. 

murtagh has no choice but to fight eragons troubles. 

eragon: did u just throw your sword at a kull ?!

murtagh: well, if not for YOU i wouldn’t have had to, now would i mr. world-traveler?!

nasuada: u dnt love me anymore. 

murtagh: wut ? 

eragon: make her a fairth. woman love fairth’s.

murtagh: i’ll tell her how i feel. you know, like a REAL man. 

eragon: wOW 

brom: a difference between telling and showing, my boy. 

murtagh: no one asked you.

brom: hardly even needed to. take my advice and just go for it. 

eragon: ...as in run away like you did ?

yennefer did not know why she would bump into this male, OVER AND OVER AGAIN. but he was playing on her nerves    ( MAYBE SHE WAS PLAYING ON HIS TOO )   but yennefer didn’t care, all she cared was that this stupid male didn’t die because his stubbornness. she asked him to STOP being stupid and irresponsible, but somehow he just couldn’t stop.  it made her FRUSTRATED, pretty much.     a sigh escaped her lips as she placed her hands upon her hips, waiting for an answer -            she wanted to know WHAT HE WAS DOING.

everytime she’d be around this male, yennefer could sense something else -         MAGIC. but she couldn’t lay her finger on it, it was something she hasn’t felt before.    ( AND SHE WAS WILLING TO FIND OUT WHAT IT IS, NO MATTER WHAT )   violet eyes focussed upon the male’s features, wondering what he was thinking. WONDERING who he’s talking to when he’s not talking to her.    she could hear his thoughts, but somebody else could also.   yennefer narrowed her eyes, the moment she wanted to speak, SOMETHING BIG APPEARED.

yennefer stopped all her movements when she saw the creature approaching, her mouth dropped. she had seen a dragon, a death one and a golden one.    ( SHE NEEDED A DRAGON HEART TO REGAIN HER FERTILITY )   but she had promised a man she wouldn’t kill such beautiful creature.     she took a step backwards, so she could see the dragon better.   IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, she always though dragons were beautiful creatures.    ‘’ that’s, a dragon. ‘’ it was all she could say.

she was too surprised to do ANYTHING, let alone hurt the dragon? also, there was no way she could kill this dragon and take it’s heart.    ( SHE DIDN’T WANTED TO )    because he and his rider are bonded, she knew. and now yennefer knew what the magic was she felt. ‘’ i won’t hurt you. ‘’ she said, her hands up in the air.    yennefer looked around, she didn’t care about the lifeless bodies laying around -         she was MUCH MORE interested in the dragon.    ‘’ not really. i’m just more interested in you and your dragon. why didn’t you told me THE LAST TIME you saw me? ‘’

Thorn’s thoughts were projected aloud:    | Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ. Nᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴇᴛɪᴇs,                          ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ? |

Murtagh looked uneasily towards the side. It wasn’t every so often his dragon had a sharp tongue --- only to those he did not trust. He could not argue with him, however, because he was of the very same nature. Dragon’s from Alagaesia were prideful, wild, ferocious, and had a mind of their own. Magic came from them and spread to the races. It was because of the Dragon’s that they helped humans, elves, and dwarves survive --- they helped King’s thrive. Unlike other dragons from other regions of the world they did not have a beating heart, but a jeweled one. The Eldunari --- a dragon’s heart-of-hearts. A gem of a heart so to speak

Blood is splattered against her skin, some of it hers, most of it belonging to the dead men she had followed to this cave. Wary of the stranger, Renfri kept her sword grasped in hand as she moved to lean her weight against a large boulder within in the cave. The incessant questions rattled around in her mind as he asked one after another, causing Renfri to sigh heavily. “One question at a time.” She muttered, eyes darting around the dark of the cave. Clearly he was worried about something or someone being discovered.

“I’d been following those men for weeks now, overheard them talking about hunting a dragon in this area.” Renfri scoffed, laughing until it turned into a cough and she spat out a mouth full of blood. “Idiots. Dragons don’t exist. Even if they did, hunting them would be the absolute stupidest thing you could do.” She spoke, partially answering the questions he’d thrown out. 

Without hesitation and with amazing grace that no human should be able to have, Murtagh unsheathed his sword and what a beauty to behold it was ! The steel of it was dyed in a bright crimson, the rain-guard decorated with three dragon heads. The ruby set within the pommel gleamed brightly --- magic swirling iridescently if not mesmerizing.  This was the sword of a Rider. Murtagh could tell she was hurt but he didn’t want to take chances. 

                A low hum reverberated within the cave as one ruby-slit iris looked over the man’s shoulder --- a crimson snout hovering at his side as he stared at the girl. The dragon then spoke aloud so that both could hear well. Usually, a dragon’s and their Rider’s thoughts were the most precious but since this was an odd circumstance, Thorn allowed it. | Lᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢʟɪɴɢ. Sʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɴᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ, sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs. Yᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀʀᴍ I'ᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴠᴇ ? 

@morzansin​: “ i carried you. ” ↳ CONCERNS.

          Instinctually, she moves to push herself away from the stranger,  eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as she studied his face.   Last thing she remembered, unconsciousness befell her, yet she awoke where she did not fall.  Muscles tense as green eyes finally met his, ready to run if necessary.   “  .. who are you ?  ”

                                                  A E S T H E T I C : V I S A G E  .  Z A R’ R O C  .     ↳    All of the blades were crafted out of brightsteel and each blade was the color of its bearer's dragon.  The Elf Rhunön took the brightsteel and constructed the first Rider's blade for Eragon I. Over time, the brightsteel became harder and harder to find. She found one last horde in the forests of Ellesmera and with that steel, she made the following swords: Zar'roc for Morzan, Undbitr for Brom, as well as Vrael's blade.  When Rhunön constructed the swords of the Dragon Riders, she fit a gem into the hilt that matched the color of the blade.    ↳   The Dragon Riders discovered that the jewels in the hilts could hold a nearly endless amount of energy. The energy stored into these gems could help a dragon and his or her Rider whenever and wherever their energy was becoming drained.  Zar'roc had a great ruby, Undbitr had a sapphire, Naegling had a yellow diamond, Támerlein had a great emerald, Arvindr's blade was purple as was the jewel in its hilt.  Brisingr had a sapphire as well and Vrangr had a clear diamond in it.