Return (An Eragon Fanfiction)

Bond

Stumbling to its feet and trying to keep its balance stood a baby dragon, its jet black scales glistening in the sunlight. It was lanky, like she suspected most dragon hatchlings were, and its wings jutted out at awkward angles while it got the hang of using its limbs.
Harriet realised she had been holding her breath and she slowly released it, trying not to scare it. As she did so it cocked its head at her, examining her briefly with its sharp emerald eyes before ignoring her and proceeding to lick any remaining membrane off of its scales.
She timidly reached out to touch it, but it made a strange chirping growl, and danced away playfully, skittering across the room in no general direction, until it spotted a wooden chair in the corner of the room. It eyed it cautiously incase it was a threat, and when it seemed safe the dragon savagely began to attack the front left leg of it.
"Hey! That chair is valuable!" Harriet half laughed, moving toward it. It turned around, suddenly very interested in her. She tried to remain still and calm as it approached her, curved bone-white claws to match the spikes running along its spine clicked on the marble floor with every step. It's tongue flicked out as it tasted the air, and she extended her right palm to attempt to touch it again. This time the dragon pushed its head into her hand.
She fell backwards clutching her arm as every blood vessel seemed to burn and erupt with freezing energy. After a few seconds, it passed, and she lay still, her arm throbbing and head pounding. She felt sharp little claws dig into her stomach as the dragon sat on her chest, observing her. She stared back, frowning as the throbbing subsided and she found her feelings confused, thoughts that were not her own found themselves in her mind, and there was an odd sense of openness. She had communicated with her thoughts at a basic level many times before, but what she felt now was the overwhelming control and discipline she now had over her consciousness.
A snort brought her to her senses, and she watched a bluish-grey plume of smoke filter from the dragons nostrils. She now realised a consciousness pressed against her own, but at the same time it was partly intertwined with her own mind, creating an intense never ending river of thoughts and feelings rushing both ways. She realised, the ancient bond of dragon and dragon rider.
She let her sense of excitement and wonder stream gently across the link, and in return she received a rush of jumbled feelings, but she managed to pick out curiosity, satisfaction, and an overwhelming feeling of hunger.
"So you're hungry?" asked Harriet, pressing the last word across the link in the hope it would understand her. Moments later, a frenzy of enthusiasm hit her, and she got the message.
She gently stood, unlocked the door and peered out before closing it again.
Stay quiet, she tried to press down across the link, she didn't know how much it understood but she hoped it gathered the simple concept. She left the room, heading down towards the kitchens.
What did baby dragons even eat?