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A red-orange glow was just beginning to arch over the top of the eastern mountain range when Eragon roused from deep sleep. Eyes closed, he felt the pleasant warmth of Saphira's body laying next to him, her flank gently brushing against his with the steady expansion and contraction of her breathing. Sighing contentedly, he nestled closer to her, intent to sleep awhile longer before taking on the new day. Just as he began to drift back he was hit with a sudden notion that something was different.

Hmmm. It seems warmer than usual.

He thought, eyelids clenching.

Humph! It must be from Saphira.

He told himself, snorting then rolling his head slightly to get more comfortable. Despite his best efforts the thought still nagged at him. He fidgeted, noticing the hardness of an unfamiliar surface rubbing along his chin and throat. His eyelids clenched again.

That's strange. What could that possibly be?

Before he could consider the sensation further he felt an unfamiliar twitch just above his left shoulder blade, accompanied by a soft fluttering sound. Unable to silence his growing curiosity, he cracked open a sleepy eye to find Saphira's head lying close to his, her mouth curled in a faint smile. Without realizing it a faint smile appeared across his maw.

She must be having a nice dream.

His smile faded to the oddity that her head would be positioned so close to his, instead of at his feet, as had become her custom when he slept beneath her wing. He blinked, widening his eye then looked up to find that instead of seeing the blue membrane he'd grown accustomed to each morning he woke he was instead welcomed by the sight of a clear morning sky, dimly lit with the coming of a new day.

I'm not under Saphira's wing?

He thought, narrowing his eye in scrutiny. While staring at her head he felt another twitch, this time at the base of his spine.

What ... was that?

He thought, rumbling with irritation. He opened his other eye, blinking both several times to focus then looked down and was greeted by the unexpected sight of an amethyst scaled snout stretching before his field of vision.

Gah! What the--

Startled, he uttered a sound likened to growl mixed with a yelp then shot up his head. The momentum from the force he'd exerted raising his head, added to weight of his body, carried him over. The talons of his fore-claws clenched into the ground as he fought to keep upright, but his efforts proved for naught and he toppled onto his right flank with a soft thud. He lay a moment then sighed to his belated realization. He raised his head to glance over his draconic body, confirming the source of the twitches he'd felt only moments earlier.

He flexed his wing then folded it against his side,

A wing--

Then he thumped his tail,

-- and a tail ...

Finally laying his head back down on the ground, sighing.

Right. I'm a dragon. How could I possibly forget?

Chuckling softly at his own foolishness, he thought.

It appears I'm going to have to get used to waking as a dragon.

He lay a moment longer before arching his neck in attempt to roll back into a crouching position. His body; however, immediately protested to the attempt. The muscles lining his left flank tightened in a painful spasm that caused him to grimace and grunt while lying back down. Even after he did the fit continued, his talons clenching into the earthen floor while his body wriggled and stretched in attempt to ease it. Finally the muscles relaxed, allowing Eragon to relax. He went limp and loosed a sigh, narrowing his eyes with relief.

Mmmm. Much better. I'll not try that again until I've learned more about this body.

He lay another moment then lifted his head to look at Saphira from over his body.

Perhaps I can get Saphira to help me up.

He growled in dismay as Saphira rolled her head slightly, loosing a soft, involuntary rumble.

Unbelievable! She can't possibly still be asleep!

Saphira? He said, tentatively extending his thoughts.

Saphira are you awake?

Saphira's head rolled again. Then with a gust of air from her nostrils, she began to snore softly. Her smile wider than before. Eragon sighed, rolling his eyes.

Well. I guess that answers my question.

Swiveling his head to look at his left hind leg, he thought.

Hmmm. 'll have to attempt a more direct approach.

With eyes narrowed in intent, he flexed the leg's talons, gradually gaining a feel for the draconic appendage; then, concentrating, focused on moving it. After only a moment the leg twitched then extended with a jerk, lightly brushing against Saphira's flank. Eragon looked back to her, hopeful that the brush was enough to rouse her. He sighed in defeat at the sight of her still sound asleep.

Saphira! Wake up!

Saphira continued to snore, the incessant sound irritating him. He looked back to his leg, intent on issuing a stronger prod. The leg jerked again, sharply jabbing her in the flank, eliciting an immediate response from the slumbering dragoness. Saphira grunted in a start, head jerking up. She growled while her eyes darted over the clearing in search of her attacker. Eragon lay his head back down, chuckling softly while he watched the rather heated display of his very grumpy mate. His chuckle caught her attention, causing her head to snap round to look at him. She narrowed her eyes at him, suspiciously.

Did you do that?

Chuckling again, he nodded. Aye, I did.

Saphira paused to roll her head, shaking the remnants of sleep from her waking mind; then, following a fanged yawn, looked back to him.

Why? I was having a rather pleasant dream.

Eragon smiled.

Well. I am very sorry to interrupt such a pleasant dream, but I did try a gentler approach. Twice, in fact. It was the only way to rouse you.

Curious, he cocked his head, eye-ridges raised.

It must have been some dream that it would thwart my gentler attempts to wake you. Do you mind if I ask what it was about?

Saphira paused, turning aside her gaze; then, looking back, favored him with a wry grin.

No, I don't mind you asking.

Arching her tail, she reached over and began to gently rub its tip over his sapphire-scaled belly.

In fact, I can show you.

Eragon watched her venturing tail, squirming in sudden regret he'd asked about the dream. She edged lower, causing him to loose a puff of smoke in a nervous cough. Fighting to maintain his composure, he replied.

No, no. I think I get the idea.

Saphira's grin widened into a fanged smile as she edged lower still, following with a soft, amorous growl.

Are you sure?

Eragon shuddered, following with a grunt, as the tip of her tail edged even lower, brushing against the sensitive scales covering the inner portion of his right hind leg. His talons clenched into the ground as he fought back an amorous growl of his own. In reflex he drew his hind legs inward - so as to prevent her from venturing further - while looking away to hide his cheeks which had flushed darker from a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. His nostrils flared with quickened breaths, his mind struggling to form his thoughts into a coherent, yet shaky reply.

Uh ... uh ... aye, I ... I ... I'm sure.

Saphira resumed rubbing his belly for awhile longer, watching him with hopeful eyes; however, it soon became apparent that she'd get no further with him. Growling in disapproval, she reluctantly withdrew her tail then stood up and arched her wings, neck and back, stretching them free of morning stiffness. Looking back to him, she yawned again then replied.

Very well my mate. But just remember ... you asked.

Afterwards she sat on her haunches and inquired.

So. Why did you wake me in the first place?

Eragon lay panting, eyes glazed as tendrils of steam billowed from his nostrils. Following several moments he rolled his head, shaking the last remnants of her unexpected advance. Looking back to her, he asked.

Did you say something?

Saphira cocked her head, chuckling softly.

I asked why you woke me in the first place.

Eragon paused, flashing a glance over his body.

Oh. Right.

Looking back, he favored her with a sheepish grin.

I seem to be in a bit of a predicament here. I've fallen over and need your help to ... get back up?

Saphira righted her head then nodded, silently acknowledging him. Afterwards she stood then casually walked round to his opposite side, saying.

Well. It seems we have quite a bit of work ahead of us today. We may as well get started.

Facing his back, she lowered her head, wedging her snout between the ground and his spine.

It appears standing on your own will be your first lesson. Are you ready?

As ready as I'm going to be. He huffed.

With a heave Saphira pushed, rolling his right flank away from her as he gripped the ground with his fore-claws to steady himself. When righted he extended his left foreleg to keep from toppling over onto his opposite flank then said.

You can stop now Saphira. I can take if from here.

Saphira ceased her efforts then casually walked round to face him head on. Resting on her haunches, she watched with mild amusement as he wriggled and shifted his body into a proper crouching position. He looked at her, smiling.

Mmmm. Much better. Thank you.

Saphira chuckled, lowering her head to favor him with a gentle nuzzle.

You're welcome, my mate.

Afterwards, she stood and stepped back several paces.

Now that you're in a proper crouching position you can work on standing, and hopefully walking.

She calmly blinked, watching him expectantly as he drew in a deep breath then exhaled while closing his eyes. He remained silent and unmoving for a long while before clenching his eyelids in concentration before dropping his head slightly to make ready to sit up for the first time in his new body. The muscles in his fore-legs flexed and tensed as he willed them to straighten. His head came up again and his torso slowly rose from the ground, leaving him with a sense of vertigo as his head adjusted to the new height. Little by little his body strained, fore-limbs wobbling and trembling beneath him until at last he reached a full sitting position, his breath labored. He paused to allow time for his limbs to steady, while his eyes opened to look down up on himself. Afterwards, swelling his chest in triumph, he looked up at Saphira, eyes gleaming as a fanged grin formed on his face.

I did it!

He said, excitedly. Saphira cocked her head, chuckling softly in quizzical amusement. Sitting before her was the form of a fully grown male dragon and yet at the same time he was likened to that of a hatch-ling, excitedly reveling in the triumph of his first steps. She found it oddly ... cute.

Eragon faltered slightly as one of his fore-legs threatened to buckle, but soon caught himself, straitening once more. Looking back to Saphira, he chuckled.

Well. I suppose I need to work on strengthening them now.

Saphira chuckled again.

Aye. I agree. And the best way to do that is to get you standing on all fours and then walking on your own. Do you think you're ready to try standing now?

Eragon nodded, excitedly. Oh! Absolutely!

Saphira righted her head, watching him with silent expectation. He drew in another deep breath then exhaled while closing his eyes. He remained silent and unmoving for only a few moments before leaning forward slightly, the muscles in his hind-legs wobbling and trembling in the same manner as his fore-limbs had. Slowly and awkwardly his hind quarters rose off the ground until his was in a full standing position. His body swayed slightly, legs trembling as he adjusted to the new position. He soon steadied himself then opened his eyes, panting more from the added effort. Smiling wider, he looked at Saphira, and then loosed a triumphant growl as his chest swelled again with pride.

Saphira! I'm standing on my own!

Saphira chuckled, amused at his child-like excitement. Standing, she said.

I see that, Eragon. I am very proud of you! Now. Why don't you try walking to me a couple paces?

Eragon's smile faded as his eyes narrowed with intent. He nodded; then pausing a moment, craned his head to look at his new fore and hind legs, uncertain of how to begin. Sensing his uncertainty, Saphira urged.

Eragon look at me, not your legs.

He craned his head back to look at her, eyes filled with determination, and a measure of doubt and determination. Saphira maintained her gaze, growling softly in encouragement.

Steady. You can do this.

Turning her gaze to one side, she thoughtfully added.

Hmmm. Perhaps I should demonstrate first. Walking on four legs isn't just about coordinating them. You'll need to learn how to shift your weight, including how to move your neck and tail. All are important to maintain proper balance. To keep from stumbling over your own feet.

Looking back to him, she affirmed.

Aye. I should definitely demonstrate first. Stay there and watch me, alright?

Alright. Eragon nodded, eyes filled with relief and gratitude.

Saphira smiled, favoring him with a gentle nod before turning to walk away from him in a wide circular pattern.

Now. Watch how I shift my weight when I walk. Pay close attention to the movement of my neck and tail.

Eragon watched intently as Saphira slowly walked round. After several passes he began to mimic her movements, moving his neck and tail while shifting his weight left then right as he stood. Saphira completed several more passes then came to rest on her haunches before him.

Get the idea? She began. Or do you need me to demonstrate further?

Eragon shook his head.

No. I've got the idea. I think I'm ready to attempt it on my own.

Saphira nodded.

Alright. But start slow and gradually pickup pace as you grow more accustom.

Eragon nodded; then, shifting his weight to the left, looked down and tentatively lifted his right fore-leg. Flexing his talons in readiness, he shifted right then slowly placed it back on the ground just in front of him. As he shifted, his neck leaned right - into the step - while his tail arched left; just as he'd seen Saphira do. Remaining still, he looked up, seeking her approval. She nodded.

Good. But you need to move both legs on your right side at the same time. It is the same with your left. Step back and try again, but this time don't look down. Keep your eyes fixed on mine and lift both legs on your right side at the same time.

Eragon paused then carefully stepped back, resuming his previous position. Afterwards he shifted left; then, lifting his right fore and hind legs together, leaned his neck into the step and arched his tail left as he shifted his weight to the right, coming to rest on both legs at the same time. He maintained lock on Saphira's gaze through the entire maneuver without once faltering. Saphira growled approvingly.

Very good! I'm impressed. You didn't falter once.

Smiling, she added. Now try it with your left.

Eragon paused, attempting to look down again.

Ah, ah! Look at me!

Saphira urged. His gaze immediately snapped back to meet hers.

Right. Sorry.

Maintaining her gaze, he carefully repeated the maneuver, stepping forward with his left legs. Once they were fully planted on the ground he continued, improvising on the maneuver by taking a half step with his right so that by the time he'd finished his stance was squared as when he'd started. Saphira growled, approvingly.

Good! You're catching on quick. Now try walking round as I did earlier. This time try to maintain a steady pace.

Eragon nodded. With careful steps he began to move away from her, arching round in a wide circle as she had done. At first he paused frequently between steps, but by the time he'd completed his first lap he was walking at a slow, but steady pace. Passing her, he said.

Amazing! I'm actually getting the hang of this sooner than I'd expected!

Saphira chuckled, watching him as he passed by.

You're doing well. Motioning her head forward, she added. Keep going.

Eragon continued on, arching into his second lap. Saphira swiveled her body, watching him intently.

Left, right, left, right--

Thought Eragon as he continued the mental cadence he'd adopted during his first lap.

Amazing! This is easier than I'd thought it would be! I'll have master flying by the end of the day at this rate. I--

Er!

Faltering briefly, he caught himself then resumed his mental cadence.

Keep your focus Eragon. That's it. Left, right, left, right--

He completed his second lap faster than the first. Encouraged by this, he challenged himself to complete the third even faster. Quickening his pace, he passed Saphira, a wide smile on his face. Mid-way through his third lap he chanced a look at her, smiling widely at his accomplishment. As he did his left wing began to droop, causing it's membrane to catch in his left hind paw as it came down. As he entered into his next step the wing pulled taut, stopping him short and sending him - chest first - plowing into the ground. With a very audible grunt he hit, sliding several feet along his neck and chest before coming to a stop. There he lay, panting and groaning in defeat.

Eragon!

Came the voice of Saphira. Moments later she was at his side, nuzzling him gently.

Are you alright?

Eragon blinked in a daze then slowly arched his neck, swiveling his head to look at her.

Aye. Just dazed.

Craning his head round, he looked to see the cause of his fall. He scowled at the sight of the membrane pinned beneath his hind paw. He grumbled.

Bah! The almighty king of the dragons brought down by his own wayward wing. BAH!

With a tug he attempted to pull it free, but with no success. He looked away in disgust.

Perfect! First it brings me down and now I can't even free it! This is ... is ....

BAH!

Relax Eragon.

Saphira encouraged, nuzzling him again.

You were doing well. Don't be so hard on yourself. You just need to remember that you have a pair of wings to keep mindful of now. They can sometimes get in the way if you're not more careful.

Bah! Eragon groused.

Saphira chuckled softly then looked to his wing.

Let me help.

Eragon swiveled his head round as she rested her forehead against his flank. Pushing gently, she lifted the weight from his wing, allowing him to pull it free. Afterwards she drew back then moved her head to nuzzle him again.

Better?

Eragon sighed, folding his wing against his flank. Afterwards he gathered himself then carefully stood, steadying before nuzzling Saphira in return.

Better.

He replied, forcing a smile.

Saphira I--

His thought was interrupted as she licked his cheek.

It's alright, Eragon. You'll get the hang of it. You just need to give it some time. Alright?

Eragon sighed. Alright. Thank you for your help.

A speck of light appeared from the tip of the tallest mountain in the eastern range as the sun began to peek over it. The sight caught Eragon's attention, urging him to walk several paces then sit upon his haunches. He looked on in wonder, witnessing for the first time a sunrise through his fully formed dragon eyes.

It's so beautiful.

He thought, blinking slowly as the sun ascended in hail to a new day.

Even more than yesterday.

Saphira walked up and sat next to him.

Aye. It is beautiful. Of course I've been a dragon longer than you and have seen many sunrises and sunsets. I'm not quite as moved by them as you. But I still find them nice to look at.

Eragon watched until the sun cleared the mountain's peak. Sighing with content, he swiveled his head to find Saphira looking at him, smiling. He locked her gaze, captivated by her brilliant sapphire eyes that gleamed in the morning sun. A flash caught his attention as the sapphire scales adorning her neck and shoulder glittered in the sunlight, causing his gaze to trace them with extreme interest. As if on cue Saphira stood, allowing him to freely look over the rest of her body, his gaze slowly tracing along her flank then her hind quarters until it stopped at her tail, its tip moving slowing side to side upon the ground. In that instant he became aware of his growing desire as it slowly entwined hers from over their connection. He felt movement at his rear and so looked to find his tail slowly swaying side to side along the ground as his body responded. Standing, he pivoted to face her then moved his head closer. With flared nostrils he began at the base of her tail, relishing in her scent as he traced his snout up along her body towards her head; his chest vibrating in a low rumble. Saphira's tail quickened in pace as she drew her head close to smell along his neck, relishing his scent as she slowly moved her snout along it towards his shoulder.

Eragon's breathing quickened as he continued. His heart flared, heating his chest before sending tendrils of warmth to his belly where they converged and settled. His scales ruffled as the skin beneath them tingled in heightened sensitivity. His entire body trembled in a mixture of growing desire over shadowed by an equally growing uncertainty. His draconic heart and instincts spurred him on, prodding and pulling with a need born of ages. A drive that existed far longer than the dragon race. But his mind struggled to process the sensations coursing through his draconic body. He wanted but he was also unaccustomed to their ferocity, trapping him between the decision to take her or withdrawal. He snarled in both desire and frustration but made not move on her. Like the night before, it was Saphira who eventually pushed him past the threshold of indecision. But only just. She reached his shoulder then nipped it, sending a shudder through him as the warmth in his belly rushed lower, eliciting the same intense between his hind limbs heat he'd felt the night before.

Taking pause he drew back a single step, but not before she nipped again; this time harder, eliciting a sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. Eragon snarled in reflex to the bite, but drew back further. Saphira crouched, eyeing him intently as he drew back, her tail thrashing over the ground, kicking up clods of dirt and field grass. He stopped several paces ahead of her and remained standing, warily eyeing with steam billowing from his nostrils. He snorted then rolled his head in attempt to shake the swirl of thoughts in his mind. Saphira remained still, watching expectantly for his next move. A move he had no plans to make. Instead he stood his ground looking at her, sides heaving, a strained expression painted full over his scaled face. Eventually Saphira's eyes soon narrowed in confusion as his eyes softened, the fire in them appearing to fade. Eragon looked away, unable to hold her gaze. She growled softly, eyes filled with confusion.

What's wrong with you, Eragon?

Eragon stood silent, the talons of his fore paws clenching into the ground before he hesitantly looked back to her with pleading, uncertain eyes.

I--I don't know. I--

His gaze darted nervously as she looked at him, awaiting his answer. He looked down at his fore-paws and sighed, shakily. Then he looked back up to her, this time with eyes filled with sadness and shame, his mental voice low, barley above a whisper.

I know you've waited so long, and ... I ... I want to ... but ... I ... I'm not ... these sensations I feel are new and ... and ... I ...

He choked before he could finish, looking down and closing his eyes.

Saphira stood watching him. The gleam in her eyes faded as he spoke, and her eyes narrowed in disappointment. Looking down, she sighed.

I see.

They said nothing for a long while then Saphira looked back up at him, forcing a faint smile.

It's alright Eragon. I simply need to do more to help you adjust.

His uncertainty and shame soon vanished as a sense of relief and curiosity replaced it. Cocking his head, he asked, eyes narrowed in question.

What do you mean?

Saphira snorted then stood, unfurling her wings.

You'll see. Why don't we try working with your wings now. So you don't trip over them again?

Eragon eyed her for a moment longer then relaxed his expression and nodded.

Alright. What do you want me to do?

Saphira moved closer, stopping just in front of him. Flaring her wings, she said.

First, unfurl your wings and flare them like mine.

Squaring his stance in readiness, he nodded. He paused a moment then started to swivel his head in attempt to look at his wings. Saphira growled, jerking her head forward, nipping him on the neck. Eragon snapped his head round, snarling in reflex as she quickly drew back. She paused to look at him a moment, eyes gleaming once more; then, twitching her tail, smiled and said.

Look at me not your wings.

Eragon turned his head away while flashing a wary glance. He'd not understood her sudden aggressiveness but said nothing. Instead he huffed then turned his head back, locking her gaze, and nodded. He remained still while he focused on the feel of his wings and the new muscles that twitched and tensed near his shoulder blades. He slowly unfurled them, letting them droop along the ground; then, with careful effort, slowly lifted in attempt to match the position of Saphira's. Saphira chuckled.

What's so funny? He asked, clearly irritated by her muse.

Saphira's head motioned to his left wing.

It's a good start but you're a little lopsided.

Eragon started to swivel his head round to look at the wing, but then stopped, eyeing Saphira with caution. Rolling her eyes, she said.

You can look at your wings. In fact, you should so that you know what to correct during your next attempt.

Eragon flashed another wary glance before tentatively continuing his head round to look at the wing which was fully unfurled and raised only part of the way off the ground. He swiveled his head to look at the other and found that it too was completely unfurled but raised higher like Saphira's. Moving his head to look at her, he growled in frustration.

I thought I had both raised evenly like yours. If I--

It's alright Eragon. Saphira interrupted.

Just lower them and try again.

With a sigh he relaxed and replied.

Alight. Again.

Saphira continued working with him until mid-morning, flexing her wings in demonstration then allowing Eragon to attempt the same. He'd made several more failed attempts before eventually flaring them evenly and completely to match her example. Saphira furled her wings, folding them to her sides. Growling in approval, she began to walk round him while he stood fidgeting, his still outstretched.

Very good, now hold still. She urged.

Why? He asked, looking at her in confusion.

Saphira smiled.

Now that you're standing with your wings outstretched I want to get a proper look at you. Now stand up straight and look forward, it shouldn't take me too long.

Saphira walked round him once, casually observing his outstretched wings and body, before coming to a stop in front him. She then continued her inspection, slowly taking in his features as her gaze passed over him. He stood roughly a head taller than her and, overall, his body was wider and longer. His head was somewhat triangular in shape, like hers; however, was wider with a longer snout and layered with a network of fine amethyst scales covering his snout, cheeks and forehead. He possessed two horns which extended from its top. Both were sapphire in color - unlike hers which were white - and longer with a more pronounced curvature. His neck, which was thicker than hers, was covered in a course network of amethyst scales that glittered as they shifted from the powerful muscles flexing beneath them. Covering the front of his neck were a series of wide, plate-like, sapphire scales, overlapping one another in a vertical pattern as they traveled down his neck and across his broad chest. Her eyes traced down to his shoulders which were more muscular, continuing into a pair of long, thick fore-legs, each possessing four talons tipped with razor sharp, sapphire claws. Each talon was covered in the same network of course amethyst scales that adorned his neck and shoulders. She slowly began to walk round him again, moving her gaze over the back of his neck which was lined with sapphire spikes that traveled along his spine. She stopped only briefly to note that instead of the prominent gap her spikes left between her shoulders - which accommodated a Rider's saddle - his continued on, leaving no such gap. As she continued along his left side she admired his muscular flank which, along with his back and neck, was covered in the same network of course amethyst scales. Looking up, she studied his wing which was stretched above her. It was longer and wider than hers with a leathery membrane that was colored a light shade of amethyst; sectioned with a bony framework and interlaced with a network of dark purple veins. Moving on, she admired his muscular hind quarter and leg which, like his front legs, possessed four talons tipped with razor sharp, sapphire claws. Walking round his tail - which was fully extended behind him - she noted it was thicker and longer than hers and adorned with the same sapphire spikes that ran along his neck and back. She started up along his right side, stopping to lower her head and sniff just inside his right-rear hind leg. This, of course, set Eragon on edge as he caught her move from the corner of his right eye. He remained silent; however, began to shift nervously on his hind legs as she continued to sniff. Without warning Saphira nipped him just inside his hind leg causing Eragon to flinch. Still he remained silent, but shifted even more nervously. Saphira nipped again, eliciting another flinch from him. Irritated, he craned his head round to look at her.

Saphira. What are you doing?

Saphira raised her head to look at him, eyes gleaming.

Oh. Just testing your reaction.

Eragon snorted then craned his head to face front again.

Saphira stop playing around and just finish this up. My wings are getting tired.

Oh I'm not playing. She thought then chuckled and said. Alright, alright.

At that she continued walking slowly along his right side, inspecting it as she'd done his left. She eventually came to a stop next to him and smiled. Eragon looked to her and asked, dryly.

Finished? Everything in order?

Turning her gaze aside towards his hindquarters, she said.

Aye. Everything seems to be in order, except for one more thing.

Eragon sighed, rolling his eyes. And what would that--

beeeee!

With a startled grunt, his hind quarters jumped as the tip of Saphira's tail darted between his hind legs, stroking him across the sensitive scales of his genital slit as she pulled it back out. Her desired effect was immediate. Eragon scrambled, quickly folding his wings as he rotated his hind quarters away from her - so as to face her head on - in attempt to conceal the emerging evidence of his sudden arousal. Saphira immediately followed his movements, saying.

Hold still. I just want to get a look at it.

Eragon continued to rotate away from her, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance. Fearing he might fall, thus injuring the sensitive member, he stopped and remained still - but tense - eyes widened, darting nervously over the clearing. Coming to a stop next to him, Saphira lowered her head.

That's better. Now hold still so I can get a good look at it.

Eragon remained still, talons nervously clenching into the ground while Saphira carefully inspected him. With quiet interest Saphira's eyes panned over the throbbing organ's length, which jutted erect with a slight upwards curvature from the slit nestled between his hind legs to mid-way along his belly, making him average for a male of his size (not that Saphira had many to compare him to). It's shape resembled that of Firnen: Smooth and spear-shaped, but prominently more bulbous at its base, where her eyes remained as she studied it, head cocked. At the base of the draconic phallus were the ring-like ridges that wrapped round Firnen's, but in addition to those Eragon's possessed a line of five spike-like nubs the ran front to back along the upper and lower sides. Saphira knew the function of ridges, but that of the spikey nubs she had no idea. Perhaps they served the same fucntion, perhaps not. She also noted Eragon's appeared to be coated in a light mucus that made it glisten and was of a surprisingly crimson color, richer and deeper than Firnen's had been. Both characteristics seemed odd to her, but again she had little to compare it to. For all she knew it was perfectly normal. Satisfied, she withdrew her head and stepped back to rest on her haunches.

Now I'm finished, and I must say I'm impressed. I'd also say you're quite ready. Shall we continue? She crooned.

Eragon flashed a nervous glance at her then looked away, grumbling.

No. I think not.

Moments passed as if an eternity for him. He remained standing, quietly flashing wary glances at her while continuing to shift nervously on his hind legs. Occasionally he craned his head round to look between them, hoping each time the engorged member would've disappeared back into his body. Each time; however, it'd still been there leaving him to look away, growling in dismay. Saphira lay crouched on the ground near him, occupying herself by casually preening the scales along her legs and flanks. Finally Eragon could take the suspense no longer. Snapping his head round to look at her, he whimpered; his distress evident by lips pulled back to reveal clenched, white teeth.

How long is it going to stay like this?!

Saphira looked at him then at his member and shrugged before returning to her preening.

How should I know? I'm female.

Eragon rolled his eyes.

Thanks. That's a big help.

Saphira sighed. Relax Eragon. I'm sure it will retract in a few minutes.

Smiling, she added.

Until then. Why not use this time to adjust to the feel of it. Sooner or later you'll need to anyway.

Eragon growled, looking away from her. Eventually his member did draw back into his body, although it took more than a few minutes. He sighed in relief, rolling his head as he regained composure. Afterwards he blinked, remembering the cause of his rather uncomfortable experience, and then scowled. A rush of anger followed, spurred by his indignation to the sudden, unsolicited grope. Snapping his head to look at her, he growled, eyes narrowed in warning.

Don't do that again!

Saphira drew back with a snort, eyes widened momentarily in surprise. Afterwards she narrowed them slightly, favoring him with a wry grin. She twitched her tail; then, matching his gaze with equal intensity, stood and sauntered ahead of him. Eragon's gaze held hers as he followed her movement. Crouching before him, she watched as his gaze darted nervously aside then back to meet hers.

This could finally get interesting.

She thought, as her tail slowly swished. Barring her teeth, she readied herself for another go round, loosing a distinctive, high-pitched growl; but not one of anger. Eragon faltered, suddenly understanding her intent as he fought back his own instincts which had flared to the surface in response to her gesture. Stepping back, he locked her gaze and said.

Don't!

Saphira's scent increased, which had not gone unawares to him. Breathing in, he was hit with a waft of it, catching him off guard. He rolled his head, struggling to shake the effect as his anger intermixed with a growing lust for her; then, taking another step back, immediately turned his attention back to Saphira who'd begun to circle him slowly; her tail swishing at a feverish pace. Eragon barred his teeth in renewed determination, growling.

I said don't! Not now! Not like this!

Saphira paused, cocking her head with eyes narrowed in silent question.

This is our way Eragon. Why do you resist it? This is who you are now. I know you desire me, burn for me. I felt it last night, I felt it earlier this morning and I feel it now! Why do you fight it?

Eragon scowled then looked away, unsure of what to say. Saphira watched him with questioning eyes for a while longer then looked away, growling in frustration. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath as her body trembled in effort to maintain her restraint. With a slow and shaky exhale she gradually steadied then stopped movement of her tail, curling it round her body moments later. She sat up then sighed.

You can't fight who you are forever, Eragon.

Eragon looked back to her. But--

Don't.

Saphira gently interrupted.

I do love you and I know this is all a new and frightening experience for you; however, I'll not allow you to use it as an excuse for long. You're not my little one anymore, nor are you my rider. You're a dragon, a wild dragon ... a handsome, adult, male dragon. I too am now a wild dragon. You have memories and instincts that can help guide you in our ways. The sooner you accept this the better it will be for both of us. I needn't_ remind you that I'm your mate now Eragon, as you are mine. Will you keep from me all of who you are? Shall I allow you to deny me indefinitely?_

Eragon paused, eyes reflecting a mixture of uncertainty and shame, and then he looked away. Saphira sighed again.

I need to go hunt. Suddenly I'm hungry and I suspect you are too. We'll continue your training after our meal and a nap.

Eragon snapped his head to look at her, eyes suddenly filled with concern.

You __shouldn't_ go alone. I should be with you. What if ... something happens._

Saphira paused, looking at him then chuckled.

I'll be fine. Besides, you still need to learn how to fly.

Well ... can't you teach me before you leave?

He countered, tentatively. Saphira looked at him in amusement.

I think not, my eager one. Flying is much more complicated than walking. No, I'll be fine. Perhaps in one or two days you can join me. Until then I can hunt for both of us.

At that Saphira flared her wings and took to the sky, banking towards the scent of her intended prey. Eragon watched in dismay, helpless to follow her.

---

Eragon yowled and tore his gaze from the sight of Saphira disappearing into the distance.

I should be with her!

He thought, pacing the clearing, tail thrashing over the ground in agitation.

What if something happens to her? What kind of a dragon am I if I can't fly? Or hunt? King even?

He continued then, sighing, rested on his haunches and looked to the distant mountains. The sun now high in the afternoon sky. Moments followed then a smile crept across his face.

Of course!

He thought, remembering the flight he'd had with Saphira in his vision the night before. Standing up, he reasoned.

How hard can it be? I remember the feel of my wings. It was so real then. How different can it be in the waking world?

Resolved, he nodded.

I can teach myself to fly! But first--

He smacked his chops.

-- I'm so thirsty. I need to get a drink.

He turned about and began walking to the stream which ran along the opposite edge of the clearing. Reaching it, he stopped then lowered his head, tentatively sniffing the cool, inviting water. Opening his maw to drink, he soon realized he wasn't even sure how to proceed. He first tried lapping but soon found that a dragon's forked tongue was ill-equipped to the task. Next he tried puckering his lips then lowering them and sucking water into his mouth. This approach also proved unsuccessful. His head jerked up, his gasps and coughs continuing for several moments following. When the fit ended he looked down, cocking his head.

Hmmm. I wonder.

Opening his maw again, he lowered his head, attempting to submerge his lower jaw beneath the surface that water might enter it. However the stream proved too shallow, preventing his jaw from submerging. At this he rolled his tongue out, attempting to scoop water into it; however, was unable to get any in. In frustration he growled while jerking his head back up.

Argh! This is ridiculous!

He paused to clam himself; then, cocking his head, carefully considered another approach. Swiveling his head, he looked up stream and then it dawned on him.

Why not? I've tried everything else.

Quickly assessing the stream's width, he gauged it was narrow enough for him to straddle. Pivoting his body so that it was parallel to the stream he side stepped, bringing his left fore and hind legs to rest on the stream's opposite bank while his right remained in place. He growled approvingly then opened his maw and lowered it part way into the on-flowing stream. Cool water rushed in causing him to gulp in reflex. He drank for a long while before becoming sated then lifted his head from the stream and walked back to the clearing, thinking.

Gods! I didn't realize I could drink so much!

He reached his previous spot in the clearing then stopped and unfurled his wings. Craning his head round, he lifted both of them at the same time, tentatively flapping to get used to the feel. Afterwards he looked forward and began to slowly flap them, gradually gaining speed. He looked up.

Alright, Eragon. You can do this.

He crouched slightly then straightened, taking several false leaps in preparation to take his first flight; then, growling in determination, leapt into the air. For a brief moment his excitement peaked a he remained hovering in the air, but soon turned to panic as gravity pulled him back to the ground. His wings flailed in attempt to keep him aloft; however, his efforts proved for naught. A moment later he impacted in a cloud of dust, legs buckling beneath him from the force of the impact. He lay sprawled, wings spread to either side of him, blinking in a daze as the dust churned around him. Growling indignantly, he stood to gather himself then shook his body to free it of the dust that'd settled on it. Again he spread his wings in preparation for another attempt; determined more than ever to succeed.

Again! And this time I'll get it right!

He growled to himself as he began flapping his wings once more. He made several more attempts, each in the same fashion and each ending the same way. With each failure his frustration and determination grew until he was driven over the edge when, during his fourth crash, his left fore-leg buckled in an awkward position, sending a stab of pain up the leg and along his shoulder. Spurred by the sudden pain he stood in a rush, panting from a combination of anger and effort.

Argh! What am I doing wrong!?

Terribly frustrated, he drew a deep breath in preparation to release a fevered roar. As he exhaled it was immediately stifled, replaced by a rippling pennant of amethyst fire, setting the grass and bushes in front of him ablaze. Eyes widened, he shut his maw with a snap, while stumbling back in surprise at the unexpected release. After only a few steps his hind legs gave way beneath him; however, momentum continued to carry him, rearing him up and over until he toppled onto his back with an audible thud.

---

Eragon blinked, dazed by the sudden fall. Not long after he heard the flap of wings and then a loud thud next to his head. Startled, he snapped it round to see a dead deer carcass lying on the ground, it's black, lifeless eyes staring back at him. He moved his gaze to see Saphira touchdown a short distance off to his side, another deer locked between her bloodied jaws. Folding her wings to her sides, she set the deer down then walked over to look him in the eyes. Cocking her head, she smiled and said.

Now this is a rather interesting position to find you in. I'd say it's either an invitation for us to ... how do humans say it ... makeup? Or your propensity for getting into trouble when I'm not around has not vanished with the fact that you're now a dragon.

Flashing a glance at the blackened patch of ground smoldering a short distance ahead of them, she observed,

Hmmm. Apparently it's the latter.

Narrowing her eyes flirtatiously said.

I was rather hoping it was the former.

Eragon averted her gaze a she stood over him, watching expectantly for several moments before turning about to begin her meal.

Eat, my mate.

She urged, grabbing her deer and tearing one of its hind legs off then swallowing it whole. Following several awkward attempts, Eragon managed to roll himself back into a crouching position. Standing, he approached the deer that she'd dropped next to him, tentatively sniffing it before a sudden, ravenous hunger came over him. Without even thinking he held it down with one of his fore-paws then tore off one of it fore-legs, swallowing it whole like Saphira. It was not long after that both finished their meals. Afterwards Saphira began to lick clean her bloodied claws and maw. Eragon; however, stood and, through force of habit, began walking to the stream, intent to wash the remaining blood from his claws and face. Saphira; however, stopped him and instructed him in the ways of dragon grooming techniques after a meal. He'd successfully cleaned his claws and - with a little help from Saphira's tongue - his face. Afterwards they each chose a spot near one another then sprawled along the ground for an afternoon nap. Eragon lay on his right flank, stretching his legs and neck as he loosed a contented sigh; while the warm afternoon sun shone down upon him.

Mmmm. This is nice. Definitely one of the high points to being a dragon.

He thought, as the feeling of his full belly, coupled with the warm sun, lulled his drooping eyes closed. Before drifting off to sleep he heard Saphira's distinctive snore, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. He was fast asleep soon after.

---

It was late afternoon by the time they'd woke. The sun was already sitting low in the sky, edging closer to the peaks of the western mountains that towered in the distance. Eragon cracked open his sleepy eyes then blinked, opening them wider as he returned to the waking world. Extending his legs and talons, he stretched. Afterwards he raised his left legs, rolling on his back slightly, then with a heave twisted his body in the opposite direction, rolling himself into a crouching position.

Humph. That was much easier this time.

He thought, swiveling his head round to admire the achievement.

Why didn't I think of that before?

Following a brief pause, he stood then stretched again, arching his neck and wings. A moment later Saphira walked up to him, nuzzling him in greeting.

Did you have a nice nap? She asked, pulling away.

Eragon thought for a moment then answered.

Aye. I believe I did. It was actually quite nice to lie in the warm sun. I can see why you find it so appealing.

Saphira nodded. Good.

She looked to the sun - which was sinking lower - then back to him and said.

Well. It appears we have enough time to begin your flying lessons. Do you think you're ready to try again?

Eragon thought a moment then nodded.

Aye. I am ready.

Saphira stepped back and flared her wings.

Alright. Flare your wings like mine and we'll continue.

Eragon squared his stance and unfurled his wings, flaring them to match Saphira's example.

Good. She said. Now watch me and then you try, alight?

Eragon nodded. Alright.

Saphira flapped her wings several times then held them up as she leapt into the air while simultaneously bringing them down with a thrust. As soon she was in the air she flapped them at a quickened pace, suspending her in the air a short distance above the ground. Eragon looked up at her, shaking his head.

Humph. So that's what I was doing wrong. I should have been flapping my wings only after I was already in the air.

Soon after Saphira slowed her wings, causing her to descend until she landed gently back on the ground. Saphira stood panting as she folded her wings to her side.

Do you want to give it a try, or should I demonstrate again?

Eragon shook his head.

No, I think I'm ready to try again. Your demonstration showed me what I was doing wrong in my earlier attempts. I think I can manage this time.

Alight, go ahead. She urged.

Eragon drew a deep breath then released it as he flapped his wings in preparation. He then stopped and, holding them outstretched above his head, prepared to leap but took pause from a sudden pressure building between his hind legs; a new sensation he'd not previously felt. Immediately his wings dropped as he cocked his head in confusion, a quizzical expression on his face.

What's wrong? Saphira asked.

Eragon paused again, shifting on his hind legs as he tried to identify the new sensation. Narrowing his eyes in question, he said.

I'm not sure. I feel an odd sensation between my hind legs, but I don't know what it is. I've never felt it before.

Hmmm. Lift your wing and let me take a look.

Saphira said as she began walking towards him. Eragon hesitated but then slowly lifted his wing, watching nervously as Saphira brought her head low near his left hind leg. As she sniffed Eragon flinched, leaning slightly as if preparing to step away from her.

Relax, Eragon. I'm not going to try anything this time. I'm just trying to help you.

She sniffed again.

Hmmm. She said, lifting her head.

What? What is it?

Eragon asked as he watched her walk back to her previous position. Staring at him with a casual expression, she asked.

When was the last time you relieved yourself?

Relieved myself? He asked, turning his head away as if trying to remember. After a moment he looked back to her and said.

Hmmm. Yesterday, before my transformation. Why?

Saphira smiled. Did you drink any water today?

Eragon paused then said. Aye, right after you left for your hunt.

Suddenly his expression changed as realization hit him.

You mean--

Saphira nodded, her smile widening into a fanged grin.

Aye, when you drink it eventually has to exit Eragon. The sensation you're feeling is a full bladder. You need to relieve yourself.

Eragon blinked then looked at her with innocent question.

How?

Smoke puffed from Saphira's nostrils as her head turned way, her mouth covered with one of her fore-paws in attempt to stifle the sudden laugh. Eragon scowled, wisps of smoke emerging from his own nostrils.

This isn't funny Saphira. I'm serious.

Saphira loosed another involuntary chuckle; then looking back to him, sobered her expression.

I'm sorry, my mate. But can you honestly blame me? Even hatch-lings know how to relieve themselves.

Eragon grumbled.

Would you just tell me how so we can move on?

Saphira lowered her fore-paw back to the ground, eyes widened in question.

What makes you think I know?

Eragon remained silent, watching her in expectation.

Alright, fine. Saphira sighed.

If I had to guess I'd say that if you simply relax your organ will drop and empty your bladder on its own. Beyond that I couldn't say. Why don't' you try that?

Eragon paused in thought for a moment, shifting again on his hind legs as the pressure increased. After a moment his gaze darted nervously away from hers then back.

What? Saphira asked.

Can you look way please? I can't do this while you're staring at me.

Saphira rolled her eyes but said nothing. Snorting in irritation, she looked away; patiently waiting for him to finish.

Eragon drew a deep breath then exhaled as he relaxed. His member dropped soon after, followed by a trickle, and then a stream as his bladder slowly emptied. He smiled and closed his eyes, his chest vibrating in a rumble of pleasure as the uncomfortable pressure slowly relieved. When he'd finished his member drew back into his body at which time he opened his eyes, startled to find Saphira staring at him with a casual expression.

Finished? She asked, resting on her haunches.

Eragon paused, regaining his composure, then nodded; but said nothing.

Then shall we continue from where we left off?

Eragon averted her gaze momentarily; then, looking back, nodded.

Right. Where we left off.

Squaring his stance he flared his wings once again, flapping them several times in preparation. Afterwards, following Saphira's example, he held them outstretched over his head, looked up then leapt into the air while simultaneously thrusting them downward. As soon as he was in the air he began flapping his wings at a quickened pace, just as Saphira had done. He faltered only briefly but managed to catch himself before crashing to the ground. Looking to Saphira, he smiled with the excitement of his new accomplishment.

I'm doing it! I'm flying! I'm really flying!

Saphira watched him, smiling as she shook her head.

Aye. You're flying. It's a start, but there is much more to learn. Now try landing.

Eragon nodded excitedly as his smile faded with concentration. Gradually he slowed his wings, causing him to descend towards the ground. Before touching down he stopped flapping, resulting in a less than gentle landing that buckled his legs as his claws touched the ground.

Hmmm. Not bad for your first landing. Saphira began.

But next time wait until you've_ touched down before you stop flapping your wings, alright?_

Eragon nodded. Right. Again?

Of course. She replied, smiling.

Eragon continued his efforts until well after the sun had sunk behind the western mountain range and the first stars began to appear in the darkening sky. With each new attempt he challenged himself to fly higher and longer in an effort to build endurance and master his new skill. He ultimately mastered a gentle landing and even tried flying a circle above Saphira; however, faltered, nearly crashing into the ground. Saphira watched patiently, offering occasional instruction. Following his twelfth run she suggested they stop for the day; however, Eragon wanted to press on. It wasn't until he showed signs of extreme fatigue that she issued an ultimatum; either he stop or she would pin him to the ground herself. Eragon reluctantly cooperated.

Alright, Saphira, alright. Have it your way. He said, panting heavily from his efforts.

Saphira cocked her head in confusion.

Why are you pushing yourself so hard? You're not going to learn this in a single day.

Eragon paused then looked at her, his flanks heaving as he worked to catch his breath.

I'm fine Saphira. You don't need to worry about me. I--I just want to master my new body as soon as possible. I want to be a help to you, not a burden.

Saphira's expression softened.

You're not a burden, Eragon.

Moving closer, she nuzzled him. You're my mate and right now you need my help.

Eying him encouragingly, she added.

You'll get this, just give it time. Alright?

Eragon sighed, looking away from her. Apparent he was not going to answer, she nuzzled him again, saying.

Alright?

Eragon sighed again, forcing a smile. Alright.

Saphira hummed. Good.

Afterwards she opened her mouth in a fanged yawn.

I suggest we get some sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow's going to another busy day.

At that she walked to the spot she'd napped in earlier that day and laid down to sleep. Eragon watched as she walked off then laid down, feeling regret that he'd not been entirely honest with her. It was true that he wanted to master his new body as fast as possible, but what he hadn't told her was why. A tinge of fear swept through him then he suddenly remembered Ar'Dins final gift to him the night before.

Gods! How could I forget about it so easily?

He quickly began walking around the clearing in search of the enchanted jewel, fearful that he might have lost it. As he approached the spot where he'd lain, following his transformation, he caught sight of a faint, sapphire glow. Encouraged he quickened his pace until he reached the spot. When he arrived he breathed a sigh of relief. There pressed into the ground was the jewel, Saphira's sapphire tear, which Ar'Din had given him the night before. Narrowing his eyes he looked closer for the jewel appeared different somehow. He reached in with a claw to pluck it from ground. Afterwards he held it up close in his palm to get a better look at it. The jewel was as it had been when Ar'Din presented it to him; however, it was now set in a flame-shaped base attached to a ring large enough to fit around one of his talons. The ring and base appeared to be made of a purple tinted gold. He blinked several times while admiring its beauty; then, looking to the sky, cupped it in his claw and smiled faintly. Afterwards he turned and slowly made his way to Saphira, walking carefully on his clenched claw so as not to damage the ringed jewel. As he neared her he stopped and crouched to the ground, suddenly uncertain of whether or not to advance further. Quietly watching her, he just made out the movement of her eyelids as they slowly closed then opened. She was awake watching him quietly, but saying nothing, her thoughts barred from him. He held her gaze for only a moment longer, and then looked away as his uncertainty increased. In that moment he realized that she'd not insisted he sleep with her as she'd done so many nights before, leaving him to wonder if she was still upset with him over his reluctance to engage her in draconic courtship.

Maybe I wounded her more than she let on.

He thought, attempting to decide if he should leave her be and sleep alone tonight. Looking back to her, he tentatively reached out his thoughts.

Saphira?

His only response was a faint sigh. He hesitated; then gaining up his courage, slowly crawled towards her, eyes darting left to right shyly every so often as he drew closer. He kept his head low as he approached, stopping every so often as if to change his mind. Finally he reached her, paused, and then carefully crawled around to her opposite side where he stopped a wing's length next to her. She'd not stirred, not even to greet him.

Saphira? He reached again.

She remained silent - not even a sigh - save for her slow, steady breathing. Eragon's gaze darted away then back as he contemplated moving closer to her. After a moment he decided, then slowly edged closer until his flank was pressed lightly against hers. After which he draped a wing over her and pulled her close. Saphira hadn't stirred, not even a flinch.

Saphira?

He fidgeted uncomfortably from her sudden, inexplicable silence. Unsure of what else to do, he slowly lowered his head and began to tenderly lick along her neck and shoulder, attempting to comfort her as he drew her closer to him. Saphira remained quiet as his tongue tenderly stroked her scales. After a long while he heard a faint hum come from her and then he felt her relax against him. He stopped a short time later when he realized that her breathing had slowed - she was asleep. Opening his right claw, he looked down at the glowing jewel then up to survey the clearing in a final inspection to ensure they were safe from any immediate danger. Afterwards he lowered his head atop hers and closed his eyes.

I love you Saphira.

He said as he slowly drifted off to sleep.