Post by Kono Slaker on Jan 3, 2007 22:27:33 GMT -5
Name: Crisov Iceon (Chris - ahv) (Ice - on)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hair//Eye color: Brown // Light Blue
Height: (feet or centimeters) 6’2”
Weight: (approximate amount in pounds) 173 lbs.
Town of Origin: Ceunon
Weapon of Choice: Pudao Sword
Magic experience: very little
Languages: Human, a little Ancient
Description: Crisov comes from Ceunon, the most northern human city. It is winter there most of the year, so Crisov is used to the cold. He is tall with dark brown hair. He keeps his hair short so it doesn’t fall down into his face, yet despite its length, it is usually messy. His eyes are very light blue and almost glow. They look like ice, and can either be very warm, or very cold. He has small black pupils and medium sized dark eyebrows. His nose is not small, but not to large either. His lips are usually chapped and dry, as he often breaths through his mouth when out in the freezing weather, but his teeth are very white. His chin is squared, and has a small indent in it, and usually has stubble where he hasn’t shaved for a day or two. He never has grown a beard or mustache, and doesn’t plan to. He is very muscular, as he is always either blacksmithing or hunting, neither of which are easy for the body. His arms are very muscular, as is his stomach and legs. Crisov is very handsome, and many of the ladies that live in Ceunon will try and talk to him when he has free time. When it is warm outside, Crisov likes to run, but cannot run long distances. Crisov can only sprint, but can run very fast. He is very fluid and swift, being a hunter.
Crisov can be very caring, yet usually isn’t. Working almost non-stop has hardened him, so he is usually cold to people and ignores people who just want to waste his time. However, Crisov has many friends, and loves to talk. He likes to flirt with girls and have a good time, but only when he has free time. Everybody in Ceunon knows of Crisov, and despite his cold attitude towards others, he is respected for working so hard while other guys his age are off doing whatever they please. Yet, when someone just meets Crisov, he is very nice and talkative, but Crisov knows when it is time for talk and time for work, which is what makes him respectable.
Crisov uses a Pudao Sword, which he bought from a trader that comes every year. It is a long staff, about 6’ tall, but has a blade at one end of it. The blade is about 1 foot long, and is silver, yet swirled, so it looks like marble, and is shaped like that of a scimitar. The staff has the same metal the blade is made out of on the opposite end, but is blunt. The middle of the staff is just a dark wood, about the color of his hair. his father Is upset with him using this weapon, because it was not made by him, or his grandfather, who was also a blacksmith. Crisov uses the weapon regardless, as he likes the wide array of moves he has with it. It is of much finer quality then anything his father could make, which Crisov also thinks makes him angry or upset. He has had this weapon for about 2 years now, and is very good with it. He can beat most people with swords, not just because he is more skillful, but the weapon is better.
Crisov is unique, and not just because he works allot. At night, he can see and hear better, almost as if his senses come alive at night. He can hear and see fine during the day, but can hear and see better at night. His bright blue eyes almost glow during the darkness. He loves being out at night, and as excellent of fighter he is during the day, he is better at night. His family knows this, but no one else. They fear the reactions of people if they ever found out, so he never told anyone, not even his closest friends. He can also sense things at night, and he can sense things far away, not just near by. He has this gift because, or so he is told, his great, great grandfather was blessed by an elf, for reasons he does not know, and his gift was to have better senses at night, and Crisov is the first of the family line to have this gift since him.
Clothes: Crisov wears whites and blues, even though he hunts in the forest. All his clothes have long, heavy sleeves, except a few pairs of sleeveless shirts for the one or two months it is warm. He has a white cloak with a hood that he always wears when it is cold, and wears brown, thick leather boots, where only the toe of the boot is visible from underneath his pants, which are a rough, white or light blue. Most of his pants have holes, but there are a few that are in good condition, in case he needs to look good for a rare occasion.
Dragon name: Aqquia (Awk - E - ah)
Dragon gender: Female
Dragon color: Very light blue
Dragon Age: 10 months
Dragon Description: Aqquia is a very light blue dragon, and has an off-white stomach. Her claws and spikes are also off-white, and the membrane of her wings are off-white. She looks like a snow or ice dragon, and with her big teeth, looks fierce, yet she isn’t. She is very kind and welcoming, and will generally trust people, unless she is given a reason not to. She is a good flier, yet she isn’t to strong when it comes to lifting things or flying with heavy weight. Her claws are very sharp, along with her teeth, can rip and tear with ease. She is a very good fighter, but her real strength lies with her stamina and speed, blending in with the sky.
Past: Crisov was born 17 years ago to Chadious and Stefania, who were both born in Ceunon themselves. His father taught him to fight with a sword when Crisov was 13 years old, but Crisov hated it. He preferred a bow, and excelled in that, but even then, he wasn’t overly found of it. He was 13 when his mother and father had a daughter, who they named Meeri, and she was very quiet. She hardly ever cried, and only whined when she had a reason. They lived in a nice house that had a blacksmith’s room attached, because that is what Crisov’s family did for money. Every person in every generation that was male in the family line was a blacksmith, or so he was told. He was expected to inherit the business, but Crisov wasn’t good at blacksmithing, but neither was his father.
When Crisov was 15, a trader came to Ceunon, which wasn’t rare, as they came every year. But this year, the trader that sold weaponry had a new item, a Pudao Sword is what he called it. It was the only one there, and was very expensive. Crisov asked if he could hold it, and the trader was very reluctant, but let him. This was the weapon Crisov needed, and this was the weapon Crisov wanted. “Hold it, I will be back with money!” Crisov said, handing the Pudao back to him gently. He ran as fast as he could to his house, weaving through the crowd of people, knocking over a few people who yelled angrily. He went to his bedroom, under his bed, and pulled out a solid metal box. He ran back to the stall, and handed the man the box. When he opened it, it was full of gold and silver coins.
“I suppose that is enough, though I hate to sell this, as it is such a rare weapon. But this is a good offer…” The man trailed off. He handed Crisov the Pudao. “But take care of it, alright? It was made by a very fine blacksmith, maybe even a dwarf, I’m not completely sure.” the trader said, putting the box in the back of his cart under a thick blanket, hiding it from view. Crisov smiled, then walked back to his house, admiring the beauty of the rare weapon. Immediately when his father saw it, he disapproved of it. But Crisov didn’t care.
***
“I have to go.” Crisov’s father said to the family, Meeri crying, and tears welling in Stefania’s bright, light blue eyes.
“I’m going with you.” Crisov declared. He wanted to go to Surda with his father, but knew it was unlikely. He had to stay here and support the family. And so it was, Chadious packed his bags and left for Surda, everyone still unsure why. After 2 months of Crisov’s father being absent from Ceunon, Stefania remarried, saying that Chadious divorced her, so she had a right to remarry. She convinced Meeri this was what had happened, but Crisov knew better. He immediately packed his bags and bought a horse, and rode south, saying goodbye to Meeri, kissing her on the forehead. He rode and rode, angry beyond belief at his mother. At every city he reached, he bought supplies, then moved on. He made it to Surda in about a month, happy to finally be able to meet his father. The border patrol let him cross, but after he did, he looked around. He had no idea where his father was, nor did he have any way of finding him. Crisov guessed he would be at Aberon, as that is Surda’s capital city. So, on his trusty horse, he rode to Aberon. He arrived and was immediately confused. There seemed to be an unspeakable excitement everyone knew but no one talked of. He then saw a poster saying that all the strongest warriors and able bodied soldiers should report to the center building.
‘Maybe that’s where he is’ Crisov thought. He rented a hotel and went to the center building. His mind was scanned for reasons he knew not, though he accpeted when the lady asked if she could probe his mind. He was accepted, and moved on. After a while of waiting, a Lady came into the room. Everyone bowed, and Crisov had no idea who she was. He bowed for fear of what would happen if he did not, and then she started talking.
"Rise. You are here because you are worthy, able-bodied warriors. You have also have been called here because you are all against the Empire and wish to over throw Galbatorix. Now for the true reason you have all been gathered here. During our last scuffle with the empire, an exploration team discovered 20 new dragon eggs without parents. We brought them here over the last week. Those of you who bowed to me look around at those who stayed seated. around you are Dwarves and Elves. Each with the same requirements you had. you will each be given an hour alone with each egg to see if any respond. If none respond to you and you do not become a dragon rider you are now required to keep this a secret until I reveal it to the rest of the Varden. When you are ready you will be sent to Du Weldenvarden 2-5 at a time. Good luck. For now you will remain here until your day comes with the dragon eggs. have a good night's rest. some of you will be called on tomorrow."
‘DRAGON EGGS?’ Crisov thought to himself. ‘REAL DRAGON EGGS?! Maybe this is why Father came here.’ Crisov thought. He looked and looked, every day being there, he looked for his father, but never found him. Finally, his name was called upon, and he entered a room.
He walked through, where there was a dragon egg. A real dragon egg. Crisov didn’t even know how he gotten himself into this, but he was now standing in a small room with 2 guards and a dragon egg. This one was orange. He touched it. He waited in that room for about a half an hour when he was told to move on. Every room was the same. A small room with white walls, 2 guards, and an egg.
Finally, the eighth room held a very light blue egg, about the color of his bright eyes. He touched it, and immediately he felt something hit his mind, like a probe, like his mind was poked. The guards knew this was so by the look on his 16 year old face, so they brought him with the egg to the back room. The egg started to crack, and the poking at his mind continued. Finally, after an hour or so, the first piece cracked off the egg, and a foot came out of the hole. It had small off-white, not yellow, yet not white claws on it. It broke through the rest of the shell in about a half an hour, and then sat on the desk amongst the shell pieces. Crisov leaned and touched it, when a burst of icy pain shot through his arm and concentrated on his palm. It was one of the most painful things he had experienced, and sat there, trying his best not to scream.
Finally, after countless minutes, the pain diminished and Crisov picked up the dragon. In doing so, he glanced at his palm to see a bright oval. It was on his main hand too. Right now, Crisov didn’t care. He was holding a baby dragon! The guards escorted him back to the hotel, and they gave Crisov some food to feed the baby dragon. They left, saying that if he ever needed anything, to just come back, and food would be supplied. Crisov talked to it, through his mind, which he just learned how to do from the guards, and out loud. The bond between them grew and grew, and soon the baby could talk, and that was when Crisov discovered it was a female, and named it Aqquia, which she loved the name. She grew rapidly, but all the food for him and her was supplied. The bond kept growing as they talked about everything and nothing, but being that she was all he had, and vice versa, their bond was stronger then steel. Everyday Crisov would train with his Pudao, getting very skilled, even more so then he had been, training mostly at night, as that was when he was best. He would train, then ride with Aqquia, then train more, then ride more. This was what his day was, every day. Train and ride.
***
Aqquia was 8 months old, and was very big. Crisov’s skills with the Pudao were excellent, and he now knew minor spells, but only of healing. He was getting bored. Sure, now he was an excellent warrior, and knew how to fly with Aqquia, and she now had a saddle made personally for her by someone working for the Varden, but he was bored.
‘Maybe I should go see my mother, it has been almost 9 months since I last saw her, and little Meeri. I want to see all my friends, and the house. I miss Ceunon!’ Crisov exclaimed. With Aqquia’s full support, and telling Nasuada herself, he left. He headed north to Ceunon. Lady Nasuada strongly urged him not to, but he went regardless. She was fearful that he would be spotted, but he promised her that they wouldn’t. They made it to Ceunon in a week, much better then what it took him to get to Surda on horseback. No one had spotted him, as during the day, Aqquia blended with the sky, and at night, Crisov could see if anyone was in the distance. He landed and told Aqquia to stay near, but out of sight from anyone. He knocked on the door. Stefania answered, looking as she did the day he left.
“Mother!” Crisov said, smiling slightly.
Introduction: “Crisov? You show up on my doorstep almost a year later? Let me guess, you couldn’t find your loser father who divorced me, so you came back here wanting food and money?” The mother said. Crisov wasn’t surprised of her response to his appearance, but she was very wrong, He didn’t say anything. He was using his Pudao as a staff, like he always did. After a moment of silence, the mother talked. “I see you still have your Pudao sword.” She said, obviously feeling upset of what she had just said.
“No, I have not come back for money. I cam back to see you and Meeri.” He said. Meeri came running to the door and gave him a hug.
“Crisov? Wow, where have you been?” Meeri said, still embracing him. Him mother opened the door, as an obvious sign of welcome. Crisov walked in, and they talked over dinner. He told the two everything , except Aqquia.
“Well, at least you have not been hungry.” Stefania said, chuckling a little bit. Finally, when it was night, Meeri had to go to bed.
“So, how have you really been, the full details?” His mother asked, lighting a candle and sitting in the great room.
“I have to tell you something. I, well, when I was in Aberon, there was, well, dragon eggs. And, one of them hatched for me.” Crisov said. Stefania though he had gone mad, and was apparently worried for her and Meeri’s health, like at any moment he would lash out with his Pudao. “No, I’m serious.”
‘Now. Come here, and put your head next to the northern window.’ Crisov told Aqquia.
“See, look.” Crisov said, pointing to the window behind his mother. She turned slowly, and came face to face with Aqquia. She screamed, then jumped back.
“You - You - You weren’t lying, I see.” she stuttered.
“No, I was not. Mother, this is Aqquia. Aqquia, this is my mother, Stefainia.”
‘Hello’ Aqquia said to Stefania.
***
After that encounter, Stefainia and Aqquia started to warm up, but Meerri was never informed. If she said anything to the wrong people, Galbatorix would find out, and he would be hunted down and either made to join him or killed. And he wasn’t joining him, he was a horrible king. He had to leave now, because soon Aqquia would be spotted, and that would be disastrous. After 2 months of hiding and lying, they were happy to go. After saying their goodbyes, Crisov and Aqquia took off. The flew for a week, and then were back at Aberon. They arrived in the morning. They set down at the palace, and with Aqquia flying over head, Crisov pasted this very cute 15 year old girl with blonde hair and green eyes. He smiled, and he received a smile in return. He checked in, and with one last look at the beautiful girl he walked up to his room, intent on setting his bags down.
(this was accepted before the 3/3 was put into effect)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hair//Eye color: Brown // Light Blue
Height: (feet or centimeters) 6’2”
Weight: (approximate amount in pounds) 173 lbs.
Town of Origin: Ceunon
Weapon of Choice: Pudao Sword
Magic experience: very little
Languages: Human, a little Ancient
Description: Crisov comes from Ceunon, the most northern human city. It is winter there most of the year, so Crisov is used to the cold. He is tall with dark brown hair. He keeps his hair short so it doesn’t fall down into his face, yet despite its length, it is usually messy. His eyes are very light blue and almost glow. They look like ice, and can either be very warm, or very cold. He has small black pupils and medium sized dark eyebrows. His nose is not small, but not to large either. His lips are usually chapped and dry, as he often breaths through his mouth when out in the freezing weather, but his teeth are very white. His chin is squared, and has a small indent in it, and usually has stubble where he hasn’t shaved for a day or two. He never has grown a beard or mustache, and doesn’t plan to. He is very muscular, as he is always either blacksmithing or hunting, neither of which are easy for the body. His arms are very muscular, as is his stomach and legs. Crisov is very handsome, and many of the ladies that live in Ceunon will try and talk to him when he has free time. When it is warm outside, Crisov likes to run, but cannot run long distances. Crisov can only sprint, but can run very fast. He is very fluid and swift, being a hunter.
Crisov can be very caring, yet usually isn’t. Working almost non-stop has hardened him, so he is usually cold to people and ignores people who just want to waste his time. However, Crisov has many friends, and loves to talk. He likes to flirt with girls and have a good time, but only when he has free time. Everybody in Ceunon knows of Crisov, and despite his cold attitude towards others, he is respected for working so hard while other guys his age are off doing whatever they please. Yet, when someone just meets Crisov, he is very nice and talkative, but Crisov knows when it is time for talk and time for work, which is what makes him respectable.
Crisov uses a Pudao Sword, which he bought from a trader that comes every year. It is a long staff, about 6’ tall, but has a blade at one end of it. The blade is about 1 foot long, and is silver, yet swirled, so it looks like marble, and is shaped like that of a scimitar. The staff has the same metal the blade is made out of on the opposite end, but is blunt. The middle of the staff is just a dark wood, about the color of his hair. his father Is upset with him using this weapon, because it was not made by him, or his grandfather, who was also a blacksmith. Crisov uses the weapon regardless, as he likes the wide array of moves he has with it. It is of much finer quality then anything his father could make, which Crisov also thinks makes him angry or upset. He has had this weapon for about 2 years now, and is very good with it. He can beat most people with swords, not just because he is more skillful, but the weapon is better.
Crisov is unique, and not just because he works allot. At night, he can see and hear better, almost as if his senses come alive at night. He can hear and see fine during the day, but can hear and see better at night. His bright blue eyes almost glow during the darkness. He loves being out at night, and as excellent of fighter he is during the day, he is better at night. His family knows this, but no one else. They fear the reactions of people if they ever found out, so he never told anyone, not even his closest friends. He can also sense things at night, and he can sense things far away, not just near by. He has this gift because, or so he is told, his great, great grandfather was blessed by an elf, for reasons he does not know, and his gift was to have better senses at night, and Crisov is the first of the family line to have this gift since him.
Clothes: Crisov wears whites and blues, even though he hunts in the forest. All his clothes have long, heavy sleeves, except a few pairs of sleeveless shirts for the one or two months it is warm. He has a white cloak with a hood that he always wears when it is cold, and wears brown, thick leather boots, where only the toe of the boot is visible from underneath his pants, which are a rough, white or light blue. Most of his pants have holes, but there are a few that are in good condition, in case he needs to look good for a rare occasion.
Dragon name: Aqquia (Awk - E - ah)
Dragon gender: Female
Dragon color: Very light blue
Dragon Age: 10 months
Dragon Description: Aqquia is a very light blue dragon, and has an off-white stomach. Her claws and spikes are also off-white, and the membrane of her wings are off-white. She looks like a snow or ice dragon, and with her big teeth, looks fierce, yet she isn’t. She is very kind and welcoming, and will generally trust people, unless she is given a reason not to. She is a good flier, yet she isn’t to strong when it comes to lifting things or flying with heavy weight. Her claws are very sharp, along with her teeth, can rip and tear with ease. She is a very good fighter, but her real strength lies with her stamina and speed, blending in with the sky.
Past: Crisov was born 17 years ago to Chadious and Stefania, who were both born in Ceunon themselves. His father taught him to fight with a sword when Crisov was 13 years old, but Crisov hated it. He preferred a bow, and excelled in that, but even then, he wasn’t overly found of it. He was 13 when his mother and father had a daughter, who they named Meeri, and she was very quiet. She hardly ever cried, and only whined when she had a reason. They lived in a nice house that had a blacksmith’s room attached, because that is what Crisov’s family did for money. Every person in every generation that was male in the family line was a blacksmith, or so he was told. He was expected to inherit the business, but Crisov wasn’t good at blacksmithing, but neither was his father.
When Crisov was 15, a trader came to Ceunon, which wasn’t rare, as they came every year. But this year, the trader that sold weaponry had a new item, a Pudao Sword is what he called it. It was the only one there, and was very expensive. Crisov asked if he could hold it, and the trader was very reluctant, but let him. This was the weapon Crisov needed, and this was the weapon Crisov wanted. “Hold it, I will be back with money!” Crisov said, handing the Pudao back to him gently. He ran as fast as he could to his house, weaving through the crowd of people, knocking over a few people who yelled angrily. He went to his bedroom, under his bed, and pulled out a solid metal box. He ran back to the stall, and handed the man the box. When he opened it, it was full of gold and silver coins.
“I suppose that is enough, though I hate to sell this, as it is such a rare weapon. But this is a good offer…” The man trailed off. He handed Crisov the Pudao. “But take care of it, alright? It was made by a very fine blacksmith, maybe even a dwarf, I’m not completely sure.” the trader said, putting the box in the back of his cart under a thick blanket, hiding it from view. Crisov smiled, then walked back to his house, admiring the beauty of the rare weapon. Immediately when his father saw it, he disapproved of it. But Crisov didn’t care.
***
“I have to go.” Crisov’s father said to the family, Meeri crying, and tears welling in Stefania’s bright, light blue eyes.
“I’m going with you.” Crisov declared. He wanted to go to Surda with his father, but knew it was unlikely. He had to stay here and support the family. And so it was, Chadious packed his bags and left for Surda, everyone still unsure why. After 2 months of Crisov’s father being absent from Ceunon, Stefania remarried, saying that Chadious divorced her, so she had a right to remarry. She convinced Meeri this was what had happened, but Crisov knew better. He immediately packed his bags and bought a horse, and rode south, saying goodbye to Meeri, kissing her on the forehead. He rode and rode, angry beyond belief at his mother. At every city he reached, he bought supplies, then moved on. He made it to Surda in about a month, happy to finally be able to meet his father. The border patrol let him cross, but after he did, he looked around. He had no idea where his father was, nor did he have any way of finding him. Crisov guessed he would be at Aberon, as that is Surda’s capital city. So, on his trusty horse, he rode to Aberon. He arrived and was immediately confused. There seemed to be an unspeakable excitement everyone knew but no one talked of. He then saw a poster saying that all the strongest warriors and able bodied soldiers should report to the center building.
‘Maybe that’s where he is’ Crisov thought. He rented a hotel and went to the center building. His mind was scanned for reasons he knew not, though he accpeted when the lady asked if she could probe his mind. He was accepted, and moved on. After a while of waiting, a Lady came into the room. Everyone bowed, and Crisov had no idea who she was. He bowed for fear of what would happen if he did not, and then she started talking.
"Rise. You are here because you are worthy, able-bodied warriors. You have also have been called here because you are all against the Empire and wish to over throw Galbatorix. Now for the true reason you have all been gathered here. During our last scuffle with the empire, an exploration team discovered 20 new dragon eggs without parents. We brought them here over the last week. Those of you who bowed to me look around at those who stayed seated. around you are Dwarves and Elves. Each with the same requirements you had. you will each be given an hour alone with each egg to see if any respond. If none respond to you and you do not become a dragon rider you are now required to keep this a secret until I reveal it to the rest of the Varden. When you are ready you will be sent to Du Weldenvarden 2-5 at a time. Good luck. For now you will remain here until your day comes with the dragon eggs. have a good night's rest. some of you will be called on tomorrow."
‘DRAGON EGGS?’ Crisov thought to himself. ‘REAL DRAGON EGGS?! Maybe this is why Father came here.’ Crisov thought. He looked and looked, every day being there, he looked for his father, but never found him. Finally, his name was called upon, and he entered a room.
He walked through, where there was a dragon egg. A real dragon egg. Crisov didn’t even know how he gotten himself into this, but he was now standing in a small room with 2 guards and a dragon egg. This one was orange. He touched it. He waited in that room for about a half an hour when he was told to move on. Every room was the same. A small room with white walls, 2 guards, and an egg.
Finally, the eighth room held a very light blue egg, about the color of his bright eyes. He touched it, and immediately he felt something hit his mind, like a probe, like his mind was poked. The guards knew this was so by the look on his 16 year old face, so they brought him with the egg to the back room. The egg started to crack, and the poking at his mind continued. Finally, after an hour or so, the first piece cracked off the egg, and a foot came out of the hole. It had small off-white, not yellow, yet not white claws on it. It broke through the rest of the shell in about a half an hour, and then sat on the desk amongst the shell pieces. Crisov leaned and touched it, when a burst of icy pain shot through his arm and concentrated on his palm. It was one of the most painful things he had experienced, and sat there, trying his best not to scream.
Finally, after countless minutes, the pain diminished and Crisov picked up the dragon. In doing so, he glanced at his palm to see a bright oval. It was on his main hand too. Right now, Crisov didn’t care. He was holding a baby dragon! The guards escorted him back to the hotel, and they gave Crisov some food to feed the baby dragon. They left, saying that if he ever needed anything, to just come back, and food would be supplied. Crisov talked to it, through his mind, which he just learned how to do from the guards, and out loud. The bond between them grew and grew, and soon the baby could talk, and that was when Crisov discovered it was a female, and named it Aqquia, which she loved the name. She grew rapidly, but all the food for him and her was supplied. The bond kept growing as they talked about everything and nothing, but being that she was all he had, and vice versa, their bond was stronger then steel. Everyday Crisov would train with his Pudao, getting very skilled, even more so then he had been, training mostly at night, as that was when he was best. He would train, then ride with Aqquia, then train more, then ride more. This was what his day was, every day. Train and ride.
***
Aqquia was 8 months old, and was very big. Crisov’s skills with the Pudao were excellent, and he now knew minor spells, but only of healing. He was getting bored. Sure, now he was an excellent warrior, and knew how to fly with Aqquia, and she now had a saddle made personally for her by someone working for the Varden, but he was bored.
‘Maybe I should go see my mother, it has been almost 9 months since I last saw her, and little Meeri. I want to see all my friends, and the house. I miss Ceunon!’ Crisov exclaimed. With Aqquia’s full support, and telling Nasuada herself, he left. He headed north to Ceunon. Lady Nasuada strongly urged him not to, but he went regardless. She was fearful that he would be spotted, but he promised her that they wouldn’t. They made it to Ceunon in a week, much better then what it took him to get to Surda on horseback. No one had spotted him, as during the day, Aqquia blended with the sky, and at night, Crisov could see if anyone was in the distance. He landed and told Aqquia to stay near, but out of sight from anyone. He knocked on the door. Stefania answered, looking as she did the day he left.
“Mother!” Crisov said, smiling slightly.
Introduction: “Crisov? You show up on my doorstep almost a year later? Let me guess, you couldn’t find your loser father who divorced me, so you came back here wanting food and money?” The mother said. Crisov wasn’t surprised of her response to his appearance, but she was very wrong, He didn’t say anything. He was using his Pudao as a staff, like he always did. After a moment of silence, the mother talked. “I see you still have your Pudao sword.” She said, obviously feeling upset of what she had just said.
“No, I have not come back for money. I cam back to see you and Meeri.” He said. Meeri came running to the door and gave him a hug.
“Crisov? Wow, where have you been?” Meeri said, still embracing him. Him mother opened the door, as an obvious sign of welcome. Crisov walked in, and they talked over dinner. He told the two everything , except Aqquia.
“Well, at least you have not been hungry.” Stefania said, chuckling a little bit. Finally, when it was night, Meeri had to go to bed.
“So, how have you really been, the full details?” His mother asked, lighting a candle and sitting in the great room.
“I have to tell you something. I, well, when I was in Aberon, there was, well, dragon eggs. And, one of them hatched for me.” Crisov said. Stefania though he had gone mad, and was apparently worried for her and Meeri’s health, like at any moment he would lash out with his Pudao. “No, I’m serious.”
‘Now. Come here, and put your head next to the northern window.’ Crisov told Aqquia.
“See, look.” Crisov said, pointing to the window behind his mother. She turned slowly, and came face to face with Aqquia. She screamed, then jumped back.
“You - You - You weren’t lying, I see.” she stuttered.
“No, I was not. Mother, this is Aqquia. Aqquia, this is my mother, Stefainia.”
‘Hello’ Aqquia said to Stefania.
***
After that encounter, Stefainia and Aqquia started to warm up, but Meerri was never informed. If she said anything to the wrong people, Galbatorix would find out, and he would be hunted down and either made to join him or killed. And he wasn’t joining him, he was a horrible king. He had to leave now, because soon Aqquia would be spotted, and that would be disastrous. After 2 months of hiding and lying, they were happy to go. After saying their goodbyes, Crisov and Aqquia took off. The flew for a week, and then were back at Aberon. They arrived in the morning. They set down at the palace, and with Aqquia flying over head, Crisov pasted this very cute 15 year old girl with blonde hair and green eyes. He smiled, and he received a smile in return. He checked in, and with one last look at the beautiful girl he walked up to his room, intent on setting his bags down.
(this was accepted before the 3/3 was put into effect)
