Go Slowly, So That You Do Not

Eragon Cried Out, And In His Desperation He Reached For Saphira And The Eldunarí... And Without Meaning To, He Drew From Their Stories Of Energy. And With That Energy He Cast A Spell. It Was A Spell Without Words... His Was A Spell Of Instinct And Emotion; Language Could Not Contain It.

It Was As If His Point Of View Had, Within Seconds, Gone From That Of An Ant To That Of An Eagle. For The Sky Was Hollow, And The World Was Round.

Wind Howled Throught The Night, Carrying The Scent That Would Change The World.

No Hunter Of The Sky Should End His Days As Prey. Better To Die On The Wing Than Pinned To The Ground. [saphira]

Only If You Are Afraid Of Looking Foolish, And I Would Have Looked Far More Foolish If I Persisted With An Erroneous Belief.' Eragon Said. Why, Little One, You Just Said Something Wise!'saphira Teased.