I do not own the "Inheritance Cycle" or any of the characters within. I know that there are words that could be changed (I need to word things better)... I haven't really edited this since I've typed it up (and I've only typed up thoughts) and I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this, but we'll see! These are merely my imaginings, none of the characters are my own. Enjoy! Review! :)

Eragon stood, watching and waiting as he had been for hours, but he was willing to be wait if he must.

She'll be here soon, little one. Saphira said gently, though she herself shared Eragon's feelings of impatience, anticipation and excitement. Eragon sank to the damp moss beneath him and leaned against a tall tree with a small sigh.

He had been waiting for this day for years- full years that passed quickly and not without something to show for them, for he and Saphira had accomplished much as had those with them- and he couldn't quite believe that it had arrived, that today was the day... Imaginings and fantasies filled his mind as he absently pulled blades of grass from the ground, never taking his eyes off the sky. He felt more than he heard flapping wings above him and looked up and saw Saphira with her scales glittering brilliant shades of blue. He smiled to himself, his heart swelling with pride. They had both been through so much in such a short amount of time, they had much yet to do...

Eragon was shaken from his musings by a speck of color in the distance-in the sky- before him. He jumped to his feet even as his heart leapt, skipping a beat. He reached out with his mind and was immediately met with a familiar resistance, as he had expected. He grinned, there was no doubting who it was. Saphira came and landed next to him with her usual noisiness and-by unspoken agreement- he swung himself up into the saddle. After making sure his legs were properly strapped in, Saphira launched herself from the ground and they moved towards the advancing figures.

Eragon ran through all of the things he wished to say in his mind-and his mind alone- so as not to forget a single thing.

That turned out to be useless; the second he saw the familiar face and heard the light, airy voice call in greeting, all rational thought left him, as did the ability respond intelligently to her greeting.

He sputtered for a moment until Saphira interrupted him.

"Hello, Arya and Fírnen," she greeted. Eragon felt the mix of emotions radiating from her-he shared them- and smiled. Arya and Fírnen returned the greeting in the proper fashion and, though it was directed only to Saphira.

Fírnen had grown quite large in the time they'd been gone; he was now larger than Saphira. Eragon compared the two and he realized Fírnen was larger in every way, his paws, claws and tail...

He patted Saphira's neck; she was his and-though Fírnen, Thorn and the many other dragons that had now hatched were amazing, powerful creatures-he wouldn't have it any other way.

Arya then said something out-loud but Eragon couldn't understand it, she repeated herself more than once but-despite his extra sensitivehearing- he could never understand her. He knew her well enough that she would much rather speak out-loud than open her mind-no matter how briefly she was to speak- and told Saphira to land.

The world below seemed unnaturally quiet after the brief time in the air with the dragons' wings beating the air. Saphira and Fírnen flew off again, leaving Eragon and Arya in an awkward silence. Neither of them sat down, but remained standing, studying each other. Arya looked no different than she had the few years ago that Eragon left Alagaesia; she was still of slight frame, her dark, round eyes still held the shimmerings of wisdom, power and beauty they always had,-though there was something more in them now- she still stood straight and proud, her every move was graceful and elegant. Her hair was longer, it was true, but Eragon saw no other difference in her appearance otherwise.

Eragon, though now twenty-one years old, wasn't much different either. He was only slightly taller and he was more muscular,-as was the result of all of the work he and Saphira had been doing- but that was all there was to be noticed.