Gulnuar lifts his head when Astarot approaches him and others, and he climbs out of Siamyo's lap with a little help from his rider. How old are you? He sits and tilts his head a bit, inquisitive. Siamyo fidgets slightly, keeping her hands busy out of necessity. She glances to the other full elf, mildly curious about her.

Eragon smiled then brought the young riders outside, " we will now begin to learn magic" Eragon said smiling and then began to launch into a lecture of magic. " Magic, properly known as gramarye, is the manipulation of energy. Users of gramarye have an innate power that allow them to use their energy, directed by thoughts though most people believed it was directed through spoken words, to manipulate the nature of the world. Casting a spell with magic costs as much energy as would be lost to do the task by mundane means. Magicians are able to also draw energy from their surroundings with the proper knowledge, though few knew of this. Dragon Riders use the gems in their weapons as stores of energy. Dragons, as well as other magicians, can supplement a spellcaster's strength when needed. " Eragon said. He then demonstrated magic by taking out a glass ball and transformed it to a glass ring and then to silver.

" I will now explain the nature of magic" he said then took a breath before continuing

" Magic is the art of thinking, as my father Brom mentioned a true master of gramarye can use the word for "water" and create something that appeas to be entirely unrelated, such as a gemstone, though the relation would be clear in their mind. Such an accomplishment would be completed by taking the similarities between water and a gemstone and using them as a focal point. A magic user's abilities are limited by their knowledge of the Ancient Language: the smaller their vocabulary, the fewer feats of magic they are able to perform, or so was the common misconception. In truth, a spellcaster's abilities are limited only by their inventiveness: the smarter the spellcaster, the more they can accomplish with one word plus what they can do without the structure of the Ancient Language.

As explained by my teacher Oromis, sound itself has no control over magic. Most magic users, however, continue to speak words aloud, ensuring that stray thoughts do not disrupt the spells they cast. " he finishes.

He then smiles and leans against Sapphira " your first exercise will be one my teacher Oromis gave me , you will meditate and reach out to sense living things, this is a tedious process but is essential in how riders learn magic" with that said Eragon then dismissed everyone to do the assignment.

The corner of Siamyo's mouth flickers up when Eragon starts talking about magic. She listens intently, and when Eragon releases them she goes off to find a quiet tree to perch and meditate in.

Aya smiles and then walks off. She knows just the place. She scouted it out earlier when she got there. She smiled as she walked to a large river with a waterfall at the end....She quickly found her way to the spot she wanted after a bit of climbing....It was on a ledge if the water fall. She smiled as she sat down, Took a deep breath, crossed her legs and closed her eyes....

Judani lifts her head at Astarot's question and puffs out proudly. I'm nearly 10 days old, she responds. When Eragon dismisses the group, Diommia scoops Judani up gently, letting her scramble up to perch on her shoulders. They follow Aya a little ways into the woods, but branch off quickly, heading deeper towards the center of the island. The river goes underground further down from the waterfall, and a slowly swirling pool provides a safe drinking spot for much of the local wildlife. Dio settles on the bank, and Judani curls up in her lap. Watching the tiny fish dart around the pond, Dio lets herself slip into a trance, trying to let her consciousness reach out. Curious, Judani rests her muzzle against Dio's gedwëy ignasia and lets their minds meld a bit more.

Haboorith bows deeply to Eragon and Saphira. "Elda finiarel, I hórna your hugin." He slowly backs out, submissive to the famous Kingslayer. He takes Astarot with him, finding a cold, dark room to meditate in. He lets out a deep breath, trying to stay calm and collected, then settles down, cross legged, with Astarot nestled comfortably in his lap.

Siamyo finds a solitary tree to climb and gets as comfortable as she can sitting cross-legged on a branch, Gulnuar resting in a branch above him. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations around her: a slight breeze in the near distance, leaves rustling above her.

Bellamy just turns into cat form and lays down as he begins to reach out with his senses.

Jace somehow was wrangled into climbing to the highest mountain top for his meditation, well it was more of walking along some engraved steps he found but still it was high and he hated heights.

Simon walks over and sits near the armory then closes his eyes, he was thankful for eragon sealing off the spirits a few minutes before teaching even if it had a side effect he didn't want to tell anybody about yet.

Astarot licks his cheek, and slips out of the room to go see the older dragons. Haboorith watches him leave, then closes his eyes again, trying to find peace of mind, his head filled with violent memories of the chaos he caused. He shudders, and his breath quickens, his body trembling.