Hunting for Food 2

[Christine Le' Faye]

"Why on earth would you want that??!!" she laughed.

[Allen †]

"Because... because I'd like to know my best friend better." He said, turning his head back towards the tree branches.

[Christine Le' Faye]

"What?" she giggled.

[Allen †]

"I'd like to see how you look like when you are fat." Eragon laughed. He ripped off his sleeve and tied it around his head. "Guess this will stop the flow."

[Christine Le' Faye]

"You're joking right?" she looked at him.

[Allen †]

"Joking? Joking on what?" Eragon asked her, confused.

[Mira Nightingale]

Mira bit into the skunk, taking the smallest bite she possibly could. Chewing it thoughtfully, she was rather surprised. It was far from delicious, and it wasn’t anywhere near as good as a meal cooked at her home, but it wasn’t bad. Taking a large bite and chewing it, she finished her piece with ease. “It’s not the greatest,” she replied honestly, “but it’s not bad either.” Taking another piece off the smoldering carcass she proceeded to eat that piece too.

Eragon and Christine proceeded to joke around and laugh, and she felt just a little left out. Then Eragon ran off, coming back within ten minutes, dragging a small moose carcass and bleeding from his head. “Oh my gosh.” she murmured, shaking her head in disbelief, as she stood up to see to Eragon’s head. “Can I see that wound on your head?” she asked him as she got closer. “Just to make sure it’ll heal all right.”

[Allen †]

Eragon laughed slightly. "Sure... thanks." he gazed at Christine and imagined her being fat and laughed, bringing a stinging headache.

[Mira Nightingale]

Getting Eragon’s permission, Mira slowly unwrapped the cloth he had tied around the wound, and dabbed it dry with the edge. The blood had almost completely coagulated, and it was only bleeding lightly at the moment. Washing it clean would just cause it to bleed freshly again. She carefully wrapped it back up, and took a few steps away from Eragon. “It looks great, actually.” she told him with a small nod. “You’re healing really fast. Just be careful when you clean it, because it could start bleeding freely again very easily."

[Allen †]

Eragon paused. 'I dunno... but I am prohibited from using this... but... I am scared I would be banished from Avaren forever if I use this..." He thought for awhile. "Things that should remain secrets." Then he unwrapped the bandage. 'its a long time I had used a bandage. Waise Hiell!" he whispered the words and the skin flowed over the small cut. Then there was no sign of it anymore, but the use of magic had tired him.

[Mira Nightingale]

Mira watched, absolutely astonished, as Eragon muttered some words and completely healed the cut on her forehead. “Magic?” she asked him softly, tentatively, not sure if what she was seeing right now was the same as making pebbles glow at the lake with Verdan. It seemed different, mainly through the use of words, but at the same time it felt strangely similar.

Glancing back at the large moose, she turned back to Verdan and Christine. “Well, we better start skinning the moose and salting the meat so it doesn’t go bad. That would be a waste of a wonderful animal.”

[Allen †]

"Magic." Eragon whispered back. "It was forbbidden to me by the King." Eragon stood up slowly, his hamstrings fluttering, threatening to give way anytime. "Okay." Eragon took out a dagger and gave it to Mira, trying to hold back his temptation to use magic again.

[Mira Nightingale]

“Why did the King forbid you to use magic?” Mira asked Eragon quizzically. True, Avaren was the city of warriors, not of mages. The legendary city of Aesir was the realm of the magic users, although from what she had been told recently it was in fact real, not just a legend.

As Eragon took out a dagger and handed it to her, Mira took a step backward, holding up her hands. “I never said I would skin it. Why don’t you… use your magic and do it? It would be faster.”

[Allen †]

"I was banned from using it, because... other warriors saw my dragon and saw me using magic and they weren't pleased. So he forbid me to use magic." Eragon looked up. "I'll have to act as a normal warrior too, without elf strengths, without elf speed, but I can't resist elf sight." He smiled. "See my ears." He brushed back his hair and revealed ears that has points, not rounded. Though it was not pointed as prominently as a pure elf's. "Its a gift to me. And I appriciate it. " He grabbed the dagger and sheathed it. "Magic... it takes up my energy, but nevertheless..." His voice trailed away as he stood up and faced the dead moose. He raised his right hand and his gedwey ignasia shone with power, ready to unleashed. "Jiedra!" he cried. The moose glowed blue and its skin was shredded off immediately. It was a bloody sight and Eragon's buckled and he landed heavily on his knees, panting. The spell had taken half of his energy, for the moose was bigger than him and Christine put together.

[Mira Nightingale]

Mira shook her head, not really understanding why Eragon would be forbidden to use magic. Magic, which she had only recently learned was real, could really come in handy. The Eragon brushed back his hair, and Mira got her first look at his ears. “They’re… pointed.” she exclaimed after a moment of staring. So that was what he meant about elf strengths, speed, and sight. He wasn’t completely human!

Then, he did use magic, and the moose was instantly skinned, saving them half of the work. The sight was awful, though, and bloody too. Her stomach churned unpleasantly. Eragon, however, fell to his knees breathing heavily. Mira took a few steps closer to him and crouched down slightly until she was at eye level with him. “A-are you all right?” she asked him, concerned.