Sound
Roran laid the last beam in place along the roof of the farmhouse with quiet satisfaction. The house was done, and he had completed it well before the cold winds began to gust across from the spine, pulling winter along behind them. He climbed backwards down the makeshift ladder and turned to see Katrina surveying him with a smile, little Garrow on her hip. "Well, it's finished." Said Roran proudly. Katrina walked past him and reached up to touch the rough thatch that the beams held in place. "Is it sound?" she asked, a teasing note in her voice. Roran feigned outrage. "Are you suggesting that my building is not sound? Don't you trust my work?" Katrina laughed and hugged him awkwardly with one arm, the other supporting Garrow.
"Yes, Roran. I trust your work completely." Roran hugged her back, smiling. "I wouldn't speak to soon, though. It's got to get through the winter yet." Katrina nodded.
"Aye. It'll get through the winter alright Roran. And If it doesn't we could always get Eragon to come and carry us off on Saphira to stay with him and Arya." Her tone was serious but her eyes were laughing as she reached up to kiss him.
"Mummyyy!" Garrow's complaining voice broke in on the kiss as he reached up to grab at Katrina's loose hair.
"Oww!" Katrina gasped as she looked down at him. "No! Don't do that! Roran, could you…?" Roran chuckled as he took Garrow from her, removing the lock of hair from his tiny fist. "Naughty boy! You don't grab hair." Said Katrina reprovingly. Garrow wriggled. "Mummy wasn't listening!" Then he grinned. "House done! Daddy says house done! I want to go an' see, mummy!"
Roran and Katrina looked at each other. "Alright then, Garrow." Said Roran softly, putting him down. "Why don't we go and see?"
Roran and Katrina walked into their new home, Garrow running in front of them.
A.N. notices the Eragon/Arya refrance? I'm an ExA writer at heart. :D
