Me: Well, I haven't uploaded in forever!

Cen: I wonder why . -looks at dA-

Me: Don't go there.

Flin: … Disclaimer time!

DISCLAIMER:

I own nothing, Anne McCaffrey owns the Dragons of Pern, and Christopher Paolini owns the Inheritance Cycle.

- Random Dragonrider POV

The 'great blue dragon' in the field was news that swiftly made it to Benden Weyr, the people of the hold, it seemed to the riders, had exaggerated the size of a mere blue…

That is, until they saw him. He was easily the size of a large bronze or a small queen. How would they get him to a weyr, or even find what wing he flies in? Well, they should at least see if his rider is conscious.

The dragonrider talks to his brown, Hryllth, "Circle and land by the blue, would you, please?" He asked his partner of heart and mind. 'Of Course.' Hryllth said and signaled the other dragon, a small green, to land beside him. They land and they all look at the giant blue, dragon and rider alike, perplexed as to how they'd get him in the air.

"Bryn!" He calls to the green's rider as he slides off Hryllth's neck.

Bryn climbs down her green and walks over, "Yes, Kyndryt?" she asked, taking off her wherhide gloves.

"What do you think? How are we supposed to get him in the air?" He asks as the walk closer to the blue dragon.

"I don't know, Kyn! What about his rider? What is they Timed it? There are too many questions and not enough answers!" Bryn exclaims, raising questions Kyndryt hadn't thought of.

"Well… If they did time it, then that would explain this blue's size… But why this time? We're in the middle of a Pass! Shards, this makes no sense!" Kyndryt shakes his head, heartily confused.

They stop at the base of the dragon's neck, noticing the two riders at the base of the dragon's neck. The green rider and the brown rider pulled the blue's riders off its massive form and brought them between the hulking forms of the green and brown dragons, though they were dwarfed by the blue. Traveling back up to the blue, they take the bags off, moving it to where the two companions now lay.

After this, Bryn looks at the brown rider, "I must get back to the Weyr, the Weyr Leaders will need to know about him and Ramoth and Mnementh be able to lift him." She climbs back on the green and flies a short way before popping between.

- Dragons POV

Hryllth looked at the giant blue one, trying to converse. 'Hello, are you well?' He asked, his mental connection reaching out to the blue.

Saphira felt an alien mind trying to contact her own. Eragon? She asked out, sending her mental voice to the people nearby. She groggily lifted her head and snaked it around to look at the base of her neck, her eyes widening and her head jolting upward. 'Eragon? Arya? Eragon, where are you?' She asked, unable to feel his presence in her mind. She whipped her head and looked from the shocked brown dragon and his rider- just as shocked by the female voice in a blue dragon. 'Where is Eragon? Where is Arya? Where is my partner of life and heart?'She roared, exhausted and only wanting Eragon and Arya safe.

Hryllth seemed to whither slightly, 'Your rider is safe,' he said to her, lifting a wing to expose Eragon, Arya and their items, 'we kept them safe… I am brown Hryllth, and you are?' He backed away from the two unconscious as Saphira climbed shakily to her feet and limped over, laying down and covering the two with her wings and curling around them protectively.

'I am Saphira Bjartskular- a pleasure to meet you Hryllth.' She said, looking down at his rider, sending her thoughts to him, she asked, 'and who are you, little one?' she turned back to Hryllth, 'Tell me, Hryllth, when did you meet him?' for a human, even being 23, Kyndryt looked 16.

'Since I hatched, nearly five turns ago; he is Mine.' Hryllth said smugly, holding his head up and proudly coiled around his rider. He looked at the blue, 'How long have you had Yours, Saphirath?' he asked.

'My name is Saphira, not Saphirath…' she said, confused as to why he added the –th to her name. 'And I have had Eragon since my hatch day…' she tilted her head, confused. By all means he should be far larger than she, being around five, and still growing. 'Why are you so small? I have not met many dragons, but by what Brom has told Eragon and me, you should at least be my size.' She shifted uneasily on the ground beneath her, why had they stopped growing at so small a size?

Hryllth tilted his head confused, 'Are you from the future? Are browns like me larger then you in the future? And female blues?' he asked, excited.

'Future? How is that possible?' she looked around, now that she was gaining consciousness, she realized she didn't know where they were. 'Is this Alagaesia?'

'Alagaesia? Where is that? Surely it is not on Pern.' He said looking at the female with open curiosity.

'Alagaesia is where I am from… There were thousands of dragons until Galbatorix had them slaughtered. Now there is only Myself, Thorn who will never be free, and Shruikan, the dragon Galbatorix forced to be his own after his first perished… And now, because of that man, I am the last female dragon with only two other males and a male who is not yet hatched- the dragons of Alagaesia are doomed...' she said, her head drooping- all the while feeling for Eragon's mental connection. 'And why would there not be female blue dragons? I am a female and blue dragon, Glaedr was male and gold, Thorn is red and male, and Shruikan is black and male. What is color to matter with gender?' she asked, confused.

Hryllth answered her question, 'Well, that's strange… Here on Pern, greens are females, blues are male, browns are male, bronzes are male, and the golden queens are well, female.' He said, tilting his head up, he mentioned, 'Anyways, little green Xith should be back, soon. She and Hers went to alert the Weyr that you were… Well, big.' And out of nowhere, a green dragon appeared and trumpeted- a few bronze dragons and a few golden queens following soon after. Hryllth lowered his head respectfully and whispered mentally to Saphira, 'This is big… All of Benden's queens came…'

Saphira drew herself up to her full height, easily the same size as the largest of the gathered queens. 'Very well, I am ready to answer questions that I can. I will, however, wait for Eragon to wake.' And with that, she turned to the gold queens and waited for Eragon to regain consciousness.

Me: So, whatcha think?

Cen: It's… OK I guess.

Flin: *nods**

Me: … I'm still mad at you two for going off.

Cen: Funny story, see-

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