Ismira glanced at her mother, who pushed her forward. "it will never happen," she protested. Roran smiled. "fate has always taken an interest in our family.". Ismira glared at them but allowed herself to be pushed forwards along the other children.

This is ridiculous, she thought to herself as she tried to avoid the mobs sharp elbows. She winced as a particularly sharp extremity jabbed her in the back. With a few curses, Ismira allowed herself to be pushed up onstage with the others.

The line of glittering eggs awed her. Though she was less surprised, it helped when your uncle was a rider, than some или the others, it was still a magnificent sight. There were eggs of all colors, roughly about the same size and shape.

A фиолетовый egg caught Ismira's attention. She felt drawn towards it somehow. She stepped closer and reached out to touch the egg. An inch away from the egg, she froze, as a hairline crack appeared in the shell. Everyone else stopped as an audible crack sounded. A small hole appeared in the glossy surface of the egg, and a tiny snout peeped above the shell.

There was a pause as the small dragon worked to free itself of it's egg. Ismira stared in wonder at the baby dragon and felt a compulsion to touch the hatchling. As she reached out a секунда time, the dragon lifted it's snout and as they touched, Ismira felt a strange burning sensation on her palm. As she stared, dumbfounded, at the silvery marking on her hand, a tall woman rushed over.

The woman pulled Ismira aside and сказал(-а) in hushed tones "quickly, Ты must pack your things. We leave in an hour." "but, my parents?" "they must accept the inevitable. Ты are now a rider. Your dragon has chosen." "where are we going?" asked Ismira, "to Ellesmerda." "what will I do there?" "train, study, fly. All of those things. But make haste!" and she scuttled off to deliver the message to another shocked child who was starring at a tiny оранжевый dragon.

The фиолетовый dragon had freed itself it the egg and chirped proudly, as if to say "look what I did!" Ismira gathered her courage and scooped the baby dragon into her arms. The dragon snuggled closer to her, and Ismira felt content. Then she ran off to tell her parents.
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"I'm telling Ты I have to go!" Ismira told her parents again, her mother frowned. "why do Ты have to leave us?" Ismira showed them her dragon, "I have to train!" "we could ask a spell-caster to scry Эрагон and make him come back down here," muttered Katrina. "he has a great responsibility. I think she needs to go train with him." reminded her father. "hmmph."

The dragon wiggled in Ismira's arms and she smiled down at it. Then she frowned as she dropped a book. Ismira grabbed it then teetered precariously as the dragon squirmed around and her Книги and clothes tipped. She managed to get up the stairs before dropping anything else.

The woman from before stood waiting for her. She frowned as Ismira staggered around trying not to drop her dragon. The woman took the bag for her and Ismira stopped tipping. The dragon crowed and the woman smiled at it. "my name is Vilnet, and this is Bondr." she сказал(-а) gesturing to a large shape that Ismira had assumed was a tent. "he and I will fly Ты to Ellesmerda, and hopefully answer your questions."

Ismira smiled gratefully and clambered up the dragon after the woman. "what should I name my dragon?" "well it depends, if she likes her name, she will be a better companion." "she?" "your dragon, is a she. Try talking to her." Ismira frowned and addressed her dragon "hello, what do Ты want your name to be?" the woman laughed. "try to reach out with your mind. She won't speak, aloud that is,"

Feeling very awkward, Ismira thought hello as hard as she could. The dragon chirped and nuzzled closer to her. So much for that, thought Ismira. "give it a while. Bondr and I were together nearly a месяц before he сказал(-а) anything." сказал(-а) Vilnet. She smiled and made herself comfortable before looking ahead.

'Ismira, Ismira!' Ismira opened her eyes. She roused herself of daydreams and acknowledged the concern emanating from Zineila "Sorry. I had a flashback to the день Ты hatched." Zineila hummed, 'I'm glad your mother pushed Ты forward. Otherwise we might have never met.' Ismira agreed and looked down at the sea below.

(Ok FYI a год has passed since Zineila had hatched. She and Ismira had spent the past год training with the elves. Ayra trained them, and now they are on their way to the fabled land of the riders.)

"oh look at that! cried Ismira, pointing at a large grey shape emerging from the water. 'I don't know. It feels intelligent. We must ask out new masters.' Ismira sighed happily. "I will get to see my uncle, Ты can play with other dragons, and we will become fully-fledged riders."

Zineila puffed smoke. Ismira coughed and then giggled and they collapsed into a minor fit of hysteria. Ismira finally stopped laughing enough to say "what is so funny?" 'you! Ты are so funny.' Ismira thought a blank stare at Zineila. Then she burst out laughing again.

Several daydreams later, Ismira awoke when they suddenly started loosing altitude. "what's wrong?" she asked, shouting over the wind. In response, Zineila sent her a mental picture of a tall mountain rising up from the sea. Ismira's jaw dropped. She looked down at the scrap of paper she held that told her the coordinates she needed to go to. They were less than a mile away from the exact location they represented.
We made it, she thought in disbelief.We made it! Zineila roared and flew faster.

The city below them came into view a moment later. Large streets, large houses, every thing seemed to be larger to accommodate the dragons. There were 2 types of houses, as far as Ismira could tell; дерево houses, and stone houses. She could feel Zineila's excitement. She saw a building that somehow stood out from the others, though it looked no different.