Diommia absentmindedly runs her thumb over her gedwëy ignasia while threading careful fingers through Judani's horns.

When she'd offered the dragon her scent, she hadn't expected the tiny thing to rub her head against the skin between her first and second knuckle. She doesn't regret it, though. Although Judani's moody and not-just-a-little vain, she is fiercely loyal and surprisingly gentle. When Diommia had offered her a still-alive mouse, Judani had seemed strangely reluctant to kill it.
When the Kingslayer and Saphira arrived to bring them to the island, her thoughts had been buzzing. However, once they took off, all nervous thought flew out the window. The sky was somehow calming, and Dio was calm when they landed.

That calm, which she had held onto in the absence of Eragon and Saphira, is promptly broken by shrill screaming. Eyes snapping open, she scoops Judani up and crouches defensively behind the tree that had been providing shade, only to watch Saphira land with a handful of riders. [i][color=daa088]Of course, it's a dwarf.[/color][/i] she thinks irritably. Judani's amusement at her annoyance ripples through their bond.