"Definitely," she agrees, eyeing a dark shape in the water. "It'd probably give us worms or something."

Perhaps further up the mountain will be nicer.

Perhaps!

The mountains are tall, and the air quickly clears. Brisingr soars through the mists with a laugh, bursting through the cloud cover to the moonlit peaks, finding a pristine glacier to perch on on top of one of them.

Ellisaria settles on a convenient nearby crag.

Brisingr flops, idly pushing snow around with her tail.

"What next, do you think?"

"Gathering forces," Ellisaria decides. "Other dragons."

Nod. "That seems good. It'll allow us to cover more ground, too."

"After they have agreed to align with our goals."

"Of course," she says, huffing, amused. "You do seem to like things nice and orderly."

"It makes things easy to manage."

She pokes at a bit of snow until a small avalanche starts, snickering.

"Sometimes managing everything's boring."

"In matters of great import, boring is better than exciting."

"I think being exciting makes things more important."

"You may have your own opinion on the subject, of course."

She laughs. "I'll help you with your importantly boring tasks, though. 'Cause I like you."

"Your graciousness in so doing is appreciated."

Giggle. "That's me. The picture of grace and graciousness."

"Quite."

Languid stretch. "You're the picture of... Might and beauty, I'd say."

"Now that is a bold claim."

"It's true."

"Saying even true things can require courage."

"I really don't think anyone's going to accuse me of lacking courage," she says, grinning.

"I have formed that impression of you."

"Oh, good. Wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong impression."