"I do not believe there are centaurs where I come from," Saphira admitted, though who knew, she knew there were places that even dragons had yet to go. Perhaps in some far off land there might be centaurs. Her eyebrows lifted in interest the more the centaur spoke. A shapeshifting centaur? That was indeed some magic to know.

And when she saw the shapeshifting for herself, she even gasped a little. Her nose quickly wrinkled and she looked over the new form with a slight shake of her head. "Why would you wish to look like a human though? Your true form was beautiful." She would never understand why humans seemed to be the center of anything. Outside of Eragon, humans weren't that impressive.

She shrugged, her gaze dropping to her feet and her distain for her form wasn't even hidden. "I don't have much of a choice. If I fall apart, I won't be able to search for Eragon. I don't suppose you've seen him. He's---" She cut herself off because she didn't even know how to describe him now that she was human. She could describe him perfectly as a dragon but he might look completely different to her now. "He is a young human male, though now he has some elvish features, slightly pointed ears, more graceful than a normal human might be."

She didn't know though, she couldn't feel him... But that didn't mean anything, perhaps they'd taken that ability to feel their bond when they turned her human.

"I am Saphira and I am a dragon, a mighty one at that."