Eragon and Arya sat on the edge of a rock over looking a cliff. Under the cliff was water. The water was a very rich blue like the sunny sky. Saphira was a few miles away hunting. They was away far the Varden camp. Something has changed between them in the last few weeks after the fight with the shade. They would now seek each others company, they would talk like friends, and they would spend time together like now alone in peace.
Little one I need to move farther away. There isn't any game near by. Saphira told Eragon in his mind.
We will wait. Eragon replied in his mind. He felt the connection server but deep in his mind it was still there.
"Have you ever been swimming?" Eragon asked Arya. He turn to see her face but it with her long raven black her with the tip of her ear pointed ear sticking out.
"Yes," She finally answered after Eragon given up hope that she would. "I love too." As fast as an elf she ran off edge of the cliff and jumped. Eragon looked over the side when she went under. He knew that the water was deep there so there was no worry so he quickly followed after.
As he hit water he felt that it was cool. He resurfaced a few feet from Arya. Her hair casted over her face and she was beautiful. Not that he would ever say that to her face because she would beat him to a pulp. He laughed and then he seen her disappear under the water. In confusion he looked around and then he felt his ankle grabbed and he went under.
Her hair was so long that the tips brushed against his body and face as he pulled him under. She drove herself back to the surfaces. She knew he would try to get her back so she started to swim to the land. She made it and dried off with a few words in the Ancient Language. Soon after Eragon followed and got back on land.
"I will get you back." He sat down in the grass and she followed after. They sat there until Saphira told Eragon and then Arya that she was on her way back. Arya stood and looked to the sky.
"We must getting back," Arya brushed the grass off of her green dress with her black leggings. "The meeting will be soon."
Eragon groaned that the thought of a meeting. The next few hours will be agonizing because Orrin, the king of Surda, will be disagreeing with everyone on everything. He was no looking forward to the next few hours.
