A draconic encounter

Spoilers for: How to train your dragon, the inheritance cycle

With a roar of anoyance, Saphira lifted herself into the cold-dark-night on silent wings. Flap by flap, she gained distance and height as she flew away from the hard-rock-mountain where her bonded-rider-Eragon sat fiddling with coal-water-feathers and thin-wood-paper. For the third night in a row, Eragon had refused to fly with her so he could spend time writing.

As she pushed harder and harder against the thinning air, accelerating to greater and greater speeds, her mind-brain-link with Eragon faded to almost nothing. With another roar, she shot a blast of fire, then dove under it.