The actually confession
Eragon was shocked almost stunned that she would come to talk to him. "Of course, come in." Arya walked in with the stealth and quietness
that he expected from one of her kind. She walked over and sat on the bed. She pointed to the un-lit lantern hanging from the top of the tent.
"Brisingr." And the lantern started to shine light on everything in the tent. Eragon walked over to her and sat on the opposite side of the bed to
her. To his utter surprise she pushed herself over to him until there was less then a foot from each other The movement startled him, for she
had never gotten that close to him. "You wished to speak with me, Arya Svit-kona?" She nodded. "I did." It was a simple statement. After what
seemed like an hour so close to her he said, "And if I may ask what do you wish to talk about?" She looked at him with such a look of affection
he had nearly given up hope that she would ever point it at him. "I wished to discuses your feelings for me." Her reply was so unexpected that
he hardly could find and answer. She must want to tell me that it can not be again. But why would she want to? I haven't shown my affection for
her for months.
Suspecting some trick he said, "Is that so. What about my feelings for you?" Then she smiled athim in such a beautiful way that he almost fell
off the bed. Her sheer beauty astounded him. Then she said in the Ancient Language, "Eragon I do not mean to try and deceive you. A while
ago I did not want you to show your affection for me and yet you continue." Eragon simply thought. Here it comes. Then she asked a question
that caught him off guard. "What exactly are you're feelings for me?" He had expected to hear more about how they could not be together due
to there nearly 9 decades of age difference. For some reason he still thought she was testing him. He almost said, "Of a friend." Yet something
stopped him. She said she wasn't trying to trick me in the Ancient Language. How could she have lied? Because that he risked saying, "My feelings
for you are those I suspect Faolin had for you." She beamed with evident joy. Then she stood. "Then know that I now have the same feeling for
you."
Eragon had been dumbstruck before. When he Roran had told he was leaving for a job somewhere else. When Glaedr and Oromis had reveled
themselves. Because of that he asked, "But I thought that our age…" He never finished that sentence. Leaning down Arya placed her hands on
the sides of his face and kissed him. It was so unexpected that he almost shot backward from the movement because that particular movement
took Arya but an instant to do. Then she stood up. "No Eragon. Age does not matter to my kind do to it's every lasting life. I accept your love for
me and return it in kind." Then she smiled. And Eragon stood up and again kissed her. Her lips felt so wonderful on his he thought he would
remember there touch forever. He kissed her until he could no longer because he was out of breath. She smiled again. "You are a hard one to
make happy, Eragon Shadeslayer." He smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead. "Then I will see you tomorrow when we go on the journey
that may bring us a new rider and dragon." As she stepped away he could not help but flash out a hand, grab her by the arm, twist her around
into his arms and kiss her again. Then she left, looking back at Eragon almost constantly as she went. Just as Arya faded behind a tent Saphira
walked out from behind him.
What just happened that I missed? Eragon smiled. Nothing really. Arya came to visit me. And what did she say? Eragon found something close to
amusement in her. It would be faster to show. Then he let all his memories from the past 20 minutes flow into her. Shaking her head she came
over to him. She was licking her mouth. I have the strangest taste on my mouth. He quickly checked the taste and said through there connection.
That one is mine. She snarled in a way that made her look like she was grinning. Arya will be going with you on your journey tomorrow? Eragon
nodded. She will, he thought back and went to sleep.