Not my world, and mostly not my characters. This time we’re preying on Eragon, I’d say about ¾ of the way through book three. This takes place after the (spoiler) is (spoiled) but before (spoiler) is (spoiled). Vagueness intentional for my own amusement, because this is going to be spoilerific for anyone that hasn’t read the books already.
Aethon and Blue
“Does it ever bother you that our leader is a ticking time bomb with no sense of self-preservation and a glutton for punishment?” Though Aethon could not see Blue, the winding path of foot prints in the sand betrayed her movement as she made her way back to his position underneath the golden dune.
Once sheltered from the sun, and the possible gaze of the soldiers camping nearby, Blue resumed visibility. She fired off a quick text to the others from her Blackberry before settling into the awaiting folding chair with a sigh of exasperation.
“Once you come to the conclusion that he’ll always find a way in and out of trouble with little to no consequences, it’s not a bad source of entertainment. He’s rigged the deck so that he’ll be the one to jump on the grenade should things blow up. Hero or villain, he’s determined to be the star of the show that is his life.” Aethon’s scowl was unseen beneath his cowl as he brushed off the offending grit off his shoulder. The climate there was too hot to accommodate his usual dark armament, and he never felt quite as comfortable in white. It was just too hard to keep things clean when dealing with the taintless color.
“He can’t be naïve enough to think we’d let be the one to fall on his sword if…when things out of control. Anyway, the runes are ready. We know what to do next.” Blue hesitated, shifting in the chair to cross her legs and fiddling with her watch idly.
“That we do.” Aethon resisted the palpable urge to fidget as well, but the tension was clear even underneath the armor he must have been boiling in. They were sitting on a shatterpoint, and both could feel the weight of their options bearing down. “I was never much for listening when Rani talked.” The white knight added finally, the pressure evaporating as suddenly as it had formed.
“Me neither.” With that, Blue muttered something in a language that shouldn’t have been real from a land that wasn’t. The camp near them began to rumble the instant she finished her utterances, and they both stood to see a departing cloud of dust stampeding away from them. When the vibration no longer reverberated through them, the pair looked to each other and nodded.
“Nap time is over. Time to kill a dragon.”