Chapter 6: Moving
After Arya cast the spell to enlarge the inside of her tent, she left to find Eragon.
She found him in his tent. When she announced her presence, he called out "Enter."
Quietly, she stepped into the tent. All of his possessions were ready to be moved. There wasn't much, so it wasn't abnormal that he was ready so soon.
Eragon was sitting on his cot looking over a few pieces of parchment spread out on the bed.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Nothing." He said distractedly. "Just some things I've written in my free time."
Arya peeked over his shoulders at the parchment. He made no move to stop her. He didn't even seem to realize what she was doing.
The first thing that caught her eye was a song.
'Got to meet the hotty with the million dollar body They say it's over budget, but you'd pay her just to touch it, come on!'
Before she could read anymore, Eragon realized what she was doing and quickly hid the writing.
"What did you read?" he demanded, embarrassed.
"Not much." She said.
"What part?" he asked.
"Got to meet the hotty with the million dollar body. They say it's over budget, but you'd pay her just to touch it, come on! Why?"
"Of course you pick the one I want absolutely no one to see too read." He groaned. "I don't want anyone but Saphira to know what these say. Not that I could keep it from Saphira anyway."
Arya raised an eyebrow, but let it drop. Instead she asked "Do you need any help getting your stuff moved?"
"No, I can manage. Where is Drákos?" he asked.
"Outside with Saphira."
Eragon grinned. "I'm glad he has someone to look out for him, other than you. Saphira was alone almost all the time. I was always so worried. I would rush through my chores and race out to see her."
"It's good that he isn't alone."
There was a brief silence before Eragon stood and said "We should probably get back to your tent."
"Our tent." She corrected as she stood.
Eragon cocked an eyebrow.
"What?" she asked.
"When you say it like that it sounds like… well like we are, y'know together."
Arya narrowed her eyes. "Don't get any ideas." She warned.
Eragon raised his hands, as if to defend himself. "I'm not! I was just saying what it sounded like!"
Arya glared at him for a moment longer. She was about to speak, but Drákos hurled himself at her and asked 'Is daddy stayin with us?'
"Yes he is." Arya answered.
Drákos leapt out of her arms and ran around squealing 'Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!'
Arya frowned and rubbed her stomach.
"What's wrong?" Eragon asked.
"If I get pregnant any time in the near future, Drákos will probably kill the baby." She grumbled.
"Do you have any plans to get pregnant soon?" he asked in a carefully neutral tone.
Arya rounded on him. "Why does it matter to you?"
Eragon shrugged. "I just want to know if I will need to stay somewhere else any time soon."
Arya relaxed. "You're good. I've got no one like that in my life."
"None of my business if you do."
"Actually it is. Now that you are both my Master and sharing a tent with me." Arya stated.
"Do not call me Master." Eragon said sharply.
"But-!"
Eragon cut her off. "Unless you wish me to call you Princess, refrain from calling me Master."
"Fine." She muttered. "We're here."
Eragon hesitated before entering. They might be sharing a tent, but he still didn't want to invade her space.
Arya rolled her eyes at his hesitation and opened the tent flap for him. He entered quickly and she followed behind him.
"Whoa…" he breathed.
"Didn't expect it to be so huge?" Arya guessed. He nodded mutely.
The tent was easily large enough for both of them and Drákos. The little dragon would still have plenty of room to run around and play inside the tent without breaking anything. While he could still fit inside that is.
"How did you get the second cot in here?" he asked.
"Magic." She said mischievously.
"Naturally." He said grinning.
Arya grinned back. "Of course." She said, as if there was never another option.
"I don't know about you, but I'm about to pass out on my feet. Moving all my stuff over here was exhausting!" Eragon said.
"Hey, I offered to help, but someone wouldn't let me." Arya snapped playfully.
"I was being a gentleman!" Eragon grumbled.
"Why don't you just get ready for bed?" she suggested.
"I can do that." Eragon said. While he was getting ready, he began to sing under his breath.
"What are you singing?" Arya inquired.
"It's the song you saw that I wrote." He answered.
"What's it called?"
"Something In Your Mouth."
Arya arched an eyebrow. "Interesting name." she remarked.
"It's not what you think," he said quickly "it's her thumb."
"Prove it." Arya challenged.
"She sucks her thumb and all the guys think it's cute."
"Who is she?"
"Any woman who has a tattoo on her left hip."
"Like this?" she asked, lifting the bottom of her shirt to reveal cherry blossoms tattooed on her left hip.
"Okay, I swear I didn't know about that when I wrote this!"
"Good. No one but me knew about it until a few seconds ago." Arya said.
"Oh. Well good night." Eragon said awkwardly.
"Good night." And with that, both Dragon Riders laid down to sleep. Drákos was next to his Rider on her cot. Arya blew out a candle and all was dark in the tent.