Thread: The Riders' Legacy [ Ariamella & Greeneyed23 ]

RE Into the Riders' Legacy BlinkyWinky Greeneyed23 The first thing Amarose and Veravada noticed was the massive dragon that walked through the entryway, rivaling Thorn in size. That in itself was quite a feat seeing as the female pair had only seen Thorn once, and he was by far the largest dragon they had ever met. Looking down to the face of an elf she had never met before, she saw him speak to Eragon as if they were old friends, something she had not seen since Arya had last visited. He introduced himself as Fela. It was peculiar how she couldn't recall ever seeing him...though it was probably to be expected, of course. He looked to be older and more powerful than Arya, though she couldn't quite analyze his age due to his nature of being an elf. Even as the elves aged, they maintained a youthful, healthy look about them, and because they had the innate ability to wield the Ancient Language, therefore having magic within the palm of their hands, they were able to change appearances much like Blodhgarm, the elf who resembled a wolf. Even then, Amarose envied the lithe, cat-like qualities that were bestowed by some creator upon the elves. Amarose stood silent when Fela addressed her, still in minor shock over hearing that she would have to leave this place, the home of the Riders. Amarose Elenval, that is no way to greet a teacher and companion , Veravada said quietly, prodding the girl with her snout. Kvetha ebrithil un fricai, Amarose replied to Fela, bowing her head. Upon straightening up, she recited the traditional elven greeting back to him, offering a small, polite smile. See, Vera, I am not without manners. But I haven't heard a greeting from you to his dragon yet. If I may so myself, that is quite rude. Veravada let out a small snort akin to laughter. That is because he hasn't addressed me yet, and I have already returned my greetings to the elf. The dragon turned away, and Amarose could feel amusement with a hint of smugness radiating off her companion. For the rest of the time, she felt compelled to listen to Eragon and Saphira as they further explained their reasoning for choosing this path for them. On one hand, this was an opportunity that she never would've taken on her own had she had the chance. She was the type to settle in one place, only going where she needed. Exploration of other areas was fun, but familiarity of her surroundings was comforting. On the other hand, Amarose still saw this as punishment, and while it was mild at best, it was still a form of punishment. I have no further questions, Eragon-elda...Saphira Bjartskular, she said once the closely-bonded pair finished the explanation, including the part about her misuse of the Ancient Language. She cringed. While I don't doubt that you understand, it was a trying and difficult moment for me. Please, excuse my weakness. I shall apologize to him first, then gather my things to depart by mid-morning. Atra du evarinya ono varda, ebrithil. Amarose turned and walked away with her dragon following closely behind, pausing by Fela to see what his own actions were. Was he to follow her or go on his own way until mid-morning? Either way, the young woman could only imagine what he thought of her. Him, an accomplished elf with years of wisdom, compared to a youngling who had just exited her initial Rider apprenticeship after a period of seven years. And on top of that, he might witness an apology for a mistake that was only partially intentional. She walked from the council's hall to the guest living quarters, where the man whom she had done wrong was staying. He was an ambassador from what was previously Uru'baen. Now, it was a flourishing city that, ironically considering its history, had offered many individuals up for the ranks of the Riders. He had come to say that the dragon egg did not hatch for any child this year, and so he had taken it to the elves. Just yesterday, Amarose had decided to engage in a conversation with him when he stated that violet dragons were unattractive . It made her blood boil how could one not love the richness that gleamed like amethyst?! And so she had done the deed, meaning to make him unable to speak ill of anything else. However, when the magic left her control, she found that he was rendered incapable of speaking anything at all! It was tragic and entertaining all at once. Hello, Relonryn, she started, completely aware that he was shooting her a look of dislike. No, I'm not here to repeat my actions from yesterday. I'm here to apologize. I realize now that I shouldn't have attempted to bind you with magic, especially over such a small variation in opinion. Even though your opinion was wrong. She grumbled the last sentence under her breath and plastered an amicable smile upon her face. She truly was sorry though, and nothing she told him had been a lie. After some more idle small talk, she left for her own room and came across Fela and Jurizen almost immediately after leaving the guest quarters.