Writer's Block, sorry guys.
Chapter 7
Eragon awoke from his waking dreams to a strange sight. The room he and Arya had been in was utterly decimated. Did Saphira do that? He pondered. He now noticed that neither he nor Arya were wearing any clothing. His ears and cheeks burned with such intensity he felt like his face was on fire. Oops.He thought, embarrassed, realizing that he and Arya had destroyed it. He whispered a spell (as to not wake Arya) that repaired her quarters. Arya briefly stirred, and shifted in his arms. She smiled in her sleep. He had never seen her smile that way before, a blissfully contented smile without a care in the world. He thought that was cute. He took a moment to gather up Arya's clothing, folded it, and set it bedside for her. He had expected to find his clothing in perfect condition. He was wrong. Eragon groaned as he examined the shredded remains of his tunic. Arya… He thought, exasperatedly. He managed to scavenge his cloak, trousers, and practically everything else. He examined himself in the mirror, and groaned again. His hair had turned blue. Whatthe-,howdid…
Realization smacked him in the face. Arya, in her, confusion (for lack of a better, non-suggestive word), had cast a spell that had turned his hair the same color as Saphira's scales. He got back in bed.
He now realized what had happened, and the gravity of the situation, and was filled with worry and dread. What have I done? I've lain with a QUEEN! What would people think of him, and more importantly, of Arya? What would Firnen think?Saphira had been jealous for a while after he had fallen in love with her, as Arya had taken his attention away from Saphira, would Firnen react the same way?What-
"You should not worry, Eragon," Whispered Arya.
"The leader of the Dragon Riders and the Queen of the Elves? Stranger things have happened."
He had not realized that she was awake. "I had thought you were asleep."
"I was until a few minutes ago. Eragon, might I ask, why is your hair blue?" She asked.
"I believe that you accidentally cast a spell that turned it blue."
"I did? But when did I-…" She blushed,
"Oh."
He smiled. He had never seen her blush before. Sadly, the smile didn't last long, as he remembered his troubles.
"How are we going to make this work, Arya? We may both be people of high status, but in some cases, that just makes things more difficult."
"Well," she said, as she nestled closer to him, "We're both dragon Riders, we have several excuses to be together on a frequent, if not constant, basis. Our dragon's are mates, we both train Riders, you have an infinite lifespan, so your only choice for a mate would have to be an elf, and anyone that disagrees with our relationship could go jump in Vroengard's volcano for all I care."
Eragon was surprised, but happy with her determination. She put up some good points, and there would be no greater shame than to be told to go jump in a volcano by the Queen of Ellesmera.
"We should rest." He suggested.
She nodded, and (if physically possible) got closer to him, and closed her eyes. He smiled, and drifted away into the waking dreams that had replaced his sleep long ago.