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Jon Arctic POV
Arctican Realm, lands beyond the wall, 295 AC. Some moons after.
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Jon spent his next moons getting involved with his wives, particularly enjoying married life, to the point where even Arya complained about how he lives in his room now.
However, he also focused on Arctica, the city had grown larger after 3 years, with colossal buildings being developed and schools installed for the first batch of teachers after Jon created his own; it was being run, and some of them would move on to teach new teachers and so on to create a cycle that continued until all people could have access to a minimum education.
He approached one of the giant entrances in the grand weirwood alongside Eragon, he looked out over the city satisfied, and saw Eragon, who was in a bad mood.
"Almost 4 years and you've gotten so big, Eragon..." Jon couldn't help but think how his son had grown huge, the sacred tree had also somehow helped with this growth during that time.
*Sigh* Eragon turned his head towards his owner and gave a cold puff, making Jon have to clean his clothes.
"You're more rebellious now, you used to be quite cute when you fit in my lap... now..." Jon couldn't help but complain to the dragon with a tone of humor as he brushed off some of the ice the dragon had thrown at him.
The dragon looked at him indexing with his sapphire eyes before turning his face and snorting.
"Great, you're getting grumpy..." Jon commented softly, he approached the dragon's neck and touched its white scales with blue spots, the dragon was sitting like a cat with its 4 legs folded while looking out over Arctica.
"I, my son, how about we fly a bit..." Jon commented while caressing the animal, Jon had shared some plans with Eragon and this had left him quite in a bad mood, since the animal would not be able to accompany his father next year. Jon tried to cheer Eragon up, he didn't want the dragon to be sad, but unfortunately, he couldn't take him on his next trips.
Eragon looked at him a bit, showing his bad mood, but in the end, he began to get up, if he wouldn't see his father for several months, then he had to enjoy his last moments with him more.
Jon saw this and began to climb a wing that Eragon left for him to climb, there was a saddle and even Jon was building armor for the dragon, but it was taking time, since, this amount of Elden Metal would take a while to be ready. However, most of the time Eragon didn't like wearing his saddle, only on some occasions and Jon could ride him without it. So he climbed onto the dragon's back and adjusted himself.
Seeing his father comfortable, he bent his legs as well as his wings and jumped through the wing opening, crossing it and turning his body to comply with gravity, Jon felt the thrill he always had when flying above Eragon, he saw the sacred grove approaching as the dragon dove to the ground in a dive.
The sacred grove approached until Eragon steadied his wings, opening them and tilting his body to glide.
These movements created a wind in the weirwoods below. "Eragon, you scared the children of the forest with that!" Jon complained in Valyrian to his dragon, and the latter snorted and seemed to laugh with that.
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