Words of the Night

III

A continuation of the last part. Ismira and Eragon finally talk.

Ismira woke up with a distant feeling of excitement. She couldn't place it at first, but then she looked at her desk and remembered. The mirror.

The need to call for her uncle immediately was immense, but she forced herself to wash her face and brush her hair before, changing into some of her best clothes.

She came down for breakfast, where her parents with Arya were eating and having a polite conversation. While Arya (or so was Ismira told) loosened up significantly around humans, she still had stiff moments, just as humans had around her.

"Ismira, what is the reason for your unusual attire?" Asked Roran, not unkindly.

Ismira just sheepishly shrugged, but Katrina and Arya exchanged knowing smiles.

The rest of the breakfast went painfully slow for Ismira. Her parents insisted on her staying to talk with the guest, Arya had a long conversation with her as a result and then she had to do the dishes.

When Ismira finally sat down in her room, she was interrupted again. "Ismira, I suggest you wait until afternoon. He tends to do Rimgar now. We could use this time to widen your knowledge,"  said Arya from behind the closed door.

The girl sighed but did as she was told. She couldn't refuse the elf, after all. Arya was kind of like her aunt (very stiff, rarely seen, teacher aunt) and since they saw each other seldom, there was no time to waste.

After (excruciatingly slow) lunch, Ismira climbed the stairs to her room, sat down in front of the mirror and hesitated. Now that she actually could access Eragon, she felt unsure. What if he wasn't like she imagined? What if he didn't like her? What should they even talk about? They have never talked or even exchanged proper letters, it's going to be a disaster!

Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the fairth Arya made for her. If the elf had so much admiration for somebody, surely Ismira would too, right?

"Eragon," she whispered, looking into her own eyes in the mirror. It went black, and after almost a full minute slowly cleared up.

The face that showed up belonged to neither an elf nor a human. It was angular, but the jaw remained square. The hair and eyes colour were typical for the human race, even though the cat-like shape of the eyes was not.

Her uncle didn't change much in the last year's, judging from the fairth. The only thing that implied the passing years was wisdom hiding in his eyes. When he spotted her, he smiled widely. "Ismira, dear. I'm glad to finally see you again."

Ismira didn't know what to say, she was so overwhelmed. "It's nice to meet you." She settled for.

Eragon gave a quiet laugh. "Saphira says hello, too. She can't fit in where I am right now, but you can talk to her another time of you wish."

The girl nodded enthusiastically, still nervous about finally meeting the person she wanted to for so long.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Ismira bursted out: "Can you tell me a story of how you found Saphira's egg?"

Eragon did. They talked for hours after that, a dam breaking and allowing them to share memories and stories like they'd know eachother all their lives.

Ismira was so happy, but there was one thing still bothering her. "Uncle Eragon... When will I be able to meet you for real? This is amazing, and I'm so glad I finally have a way to talk to you, but... I really want to meet you in real life."

"Ismira... If you know anything about my fate, then you might know I'm never to come to Alagäesia again. I would like to, but I can not. Maybe one day, when all of this will be able to run on its own but for now, my life is bound to this land.

However, a messenger is being sent with en egg right now and in three years, the egg will be carried back by Arya... If you wish, you might come with her to see me."

The girl's eyes were to bug out if her head. "Yes! Yes, I would love to!"

"Then all there's left to do is to communicate this with your parents, as Arya has already agreed. Also... Make sure to touch the egg when it arrives," Eragon winked at her and the mirror went black before returning to being reflective.

Ismira laughed with joy. A Rider, what an honour it would be!

So let's just ignore that Eragon didn't give a mirror to Roran and Katrina I-