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[Arion Hyllus]

His boots made no sound that could be distinguished from an animals rustling as he walked over the rocks, even to his magically enhanced hearing. The sun had just set, stars winking into being overhead, one after another as blue faded into pink, which faded into purple, which faded into the velvety blue-black of a nighttime sky.

A dark shape prowled the cliffs, fading into the blackness. Only when he was outlined by the moon could he be distinguished from the black stone that towered up all around him. Dark hazel optics glinted in the darkness - only barely visible by the blackness. His features were fine, curved and elegant, yet he had a certain roughness to him that made one rethink their decision of him being an elf.

He ran on the path, his feet carrying him across the lands in long strides, as the wind gently brushed his hair - short, but fair in color. A gentle smile etched on his face, the halfling - as it seemed - seemed to be masked by something, his face emotionless.

And suddenly the figure, soon to be recognized as Lyhel, stopped and swept his gaze over the forest floor. Seeming to find something, he broke into a jog yet again towards an object in the distance. Where is it?

He was headed toward a large spruce tree his favorite place where he could just think and relax without anyone bothering him. Finally he reached it in a matter of moments and jumped of smoothly, his feet grabbing the sides and he sat down on a brance, his feet hanging. From here, he knew he could see everything and a grin was then etched on his face, his features showing a slight bit of emotion for once.

Crack, rustle.

From far away, only where an elf's ears could hear, something sounded. Lyhel turned his head and narrowed his eyes, all traces of happiness gone. What? The halfling stretched foward, his legs holding him from falling and a gleam in the distance intrested him so much, that he lost balence. With a startled gasp, he was falling through the air and onto the ground with loud thump; his face scramped against the ground.

Ow!

A twig scraped his face, another twig against his leg, he lifted his hand to his faced and rubbed it, closing his eyes. Only a litte bit of blood good, though his head ached tremendously. Still, curiousty tugged at him and the elf stood, ignoring the pain. A small object, the suns gleam reflecting off of it, was just visible in the bushes and Lyhel raised his eyebrows, eyes widening.

A dragon egg.

[[ How's that? Is he gonna hatch now? 'cause then I can always write more. xD]]

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[Arion Hyllus]

[[ I'll reply later, Museless. >.<

And the life preview should come up, I gave eragon the code.]]

[Edit: Here it is, but one thing. I imagined the egg, since Apiallo is green, then his egg'd be the same color. I thought'd it look something like this and he'd look like the baby dragon in this pic or this one, in green . He'd grow up to like like the adult dragon here.]

An egg? Here...Why?

Speechless, Lyhel could do nothing but simply stare at the tiny sphered figure; the rays bouncing off of it, revealing specks of a light greens and blues. It was an amazement to him, you see. After all of his years of working with the queen, not once had he bothered to to take a turn to look an egg or even touch it, he seemed to preoccupied with his his job as the Varden Commander. Anyway, he had thought that it was none of his business; no dragon would have picked him anyway.

But, now that seemed to change. An oppurtunity lay here before him and this would give the Varden even more chance of beating the empire; exactly what the halfling wanted. Galbatorix had killed his family, and everything he had; just wait, the empire would fall soon enough. And when they did, Lyhel would be their. He'd laugh.

But, will this help? Will the rider be on our side or theirs?

Still, Lyhel had his doubts. Their was a chance that the rider would be on a different side, it was possible; but hopefully it wouldn't happen. The elf shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He had to think of this later, not now. For now, he had to show this to the queen.

Snapping out of his thoughts, the halfling blinked and slowly, but steadily he pushed himself to his feet with the help of his hands and knees. However just as he was about to stand, a sudden stab of agony pierced his face and made Lyhel remember the moment before. The scarlet liquid dripped down his cheeks, only to be brushed away softly with the touch of his hands, though he winced at the sting. The egg pushed to the back of his mind, he gathered a sparkle of magic to his fingers and brought his hand up to the cut, murmering a few of the ancient words to heal. Waíse heill.

With that finished, he focused attention once more on the small sphere before him. Strolling over to the emerald figure, sparkled with the lightest of sea greens and ceruleans, Lyhel bent down to pick it up; amazement glinting his hazel optics.

Wow.

A sudden cluster of crackles and snaps broke his thoughts and Lyhel was even more amazed then before, awe shrouding his feelings. The egg! It's hatching! Carefully picking it up, cradeling it in his hands he watched the proccess. The jade sphere was already covered with large cracks and soon enough, a small tiny head popped out. Eyes growing soft, he couldn't help but pat the cute, tiny creature's head.

However, he jumped back in alarm as a shock passed through him; his hand burning hot, agony making him almost drop the creature. yet, he didnt't for he knew that the dragon would be forever damaged. And so he didn't, even if he was pained. Even if he had known this was the process in which a rider must go through, nothing would have prepared his for it. Laying the innocent, green dragon upon the ground Lyhel grasped his hand in an effort to get rid of the pain. To his surprise, their was a silver mark on his hand; as if the dragon had burned it.

Lyhel knew better though, this was no ordinary mark; it was the mark of a Dragon Rider; the Edwëy Ignasia. Realizign that the pain was gone, he bent down to his knees and surveted the tiny dragon, who he had to admit was adorable. Smiling softly, Lyhel walked over to it; seeing it broken out of its egg and bent down to his knees, a gentle grin etched upon his maw . " Hello, Skulblaka. What would you like your name to be?"

Silently, he quickly rolled a list of names through his head and one sparked an idea. Apallo: Greek god of light; god of prophesy and poetry and music and healing; son of Zeus and Leto; twin brother of Artemis. He knew in greek mythology that's what it meant, but he didn't want any normal name; he'd change it. " How about, Apiallo?"

[Maira and Apiallo]

((The egg... perfect! The babies are a little goofy looking, so he would look a little more serious, and he wouldn't be wearing a necklace in the last one, but otherwise, great finding! xD))

Two ebony optics glowered upon the face, as they surveyed his appearence. Familiar and friendly, the young dragon had no recollection of a moment before now. Blinking slowly, the male beast bowed his head in sleepiness, and closed his eyes. The wings were silky smooth, and still a little wet, but the rest of Apiallo was dry. Claws gripping onto the attire of the elf-man, the beastling sniffled, and let the wave of sleep crash over him quietly. Blackness surrounded the creature, and it shuffled closer to the warm body of it's chosen one.
It felt warm.
It felt home.

((Sorry for shortness. Baby dragons don't do much... xD))

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[Arion Hyllus]

[ So, he'd look like that without the necklace or this without the cape thingy? -looks for more pics- Heres Apiallo now: Clicky and I have to say that this is the cutest dragon ever! xD And sorta like this as a teen: xD ]

A soft smile forming upon his lips, Lyhel looked down at the little dragon; his true self showing. In just these past moments, everything had changed for him. Lyhel used to be that person who kept everything to himself; shunning himself from the world. Ever since Anata and Sylara died, he had not been himself. But young Apiallo, only just brang int othe world, changed all that.

Goodnight, young Apiallo.

Gently, he stroked the tiny, creatures head as it leaned upon his clothes; ignoring the claws that scaped against him. The halfling snuggled the beast close to his chest and let out soft murmers, almost prayers to help the little one sleep well. Lullabies, one could say. And so, Lyhel's eyes began to droop; a gentle smile etched upon his features. Again, Lyhel caressed Apiallo with a rythmetic motion and began to cradle him softly.

Sleep well, young one.

The varden commander let all emotions loose, and unchained. For once, he was free. He pulled the dragon closer to him as Apiallo began to fall asleep; his hazel eyes growing gentle. He couldn't have wished for anything more. This day was perfect. And with that, Lyhel gently hugged the tiny green dragon as sleep claimed him.

Nothing, would ruin this day.

[[ Are you gonna bring Maira and Artemis into this? Sorry for the icky post. >.< Muselss.]

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