Me: Two chapters in one day. You must be so pleased!
Arya: Yeah right…
Eragon: In your dreams!
Me: Not you, my fans!
Arya: You are my fan. You should be nicer to me!
Me: And you should bite me.
Arya: Why would I do that?
Me: (facepalm) I'm going to start the chapter now. And just so you know, there will be non-descriptive nudity in this chapter.
Arya: I have a bad feeling about this...
Chapter 8
The next several days passed without incident. Drákos was now two weeks old and speaking fluently.
He was also, much to the annoyance of Eragon and Arya, still calling them mommy and daddy. Even better, they still had to share a tent.
Eragon was growing restless. Being so close to Arya all the time was driving him to the very edge of madness.
One night, as Eragon lay awake, he heard a rustle close to his left arm.
He quickly jerked into a sitting position and drew a dagger he kept under his pillow.
Before he could do any damage to whatever had made the noise, he realized it was Arya.
She looked started by his sudden movement. She had frozen with her hand half extended toward him.
After he relaxed and put the dagger away, she spoke.
"I've noticed that you have been restless of late, and wondered if I could help."
"Do you have anything in mind?" he queried.
The elf grinned mischievously. "Yes I do."
He was apprehensive, but allowed her to lead him out of the tent.
While they were walking, Eragons curiosity got the better of him.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"It's a surprise." She said.
"Can't you give me a hint?" he half begged.
"You will love it."
"That is not a hint." He grumbled.
"Too bad. Don't ruin it." Arya ordered.
"Fine." He muttered.
"Come on, cheer up!" she said cheerily.
"I would be happier if I knew where I was going." Eragon hinted.
"You will soon." Arya informed him.
"Fine."
Both were silent for the rest of the walk. When they arrived at Aryas surprise location, Eragon could not stifle a gasp.
Before them was a small lake, but size was not matter. It was glass smooth, so it looked as if there were hundreds of stars in the water.
The trees went right up to the bank on one side and the other side was lined with rocks, both large and small.
Arya turned to him and asked "Would you like to go for a swim?"
"Ummmm… yes?"
Arya smiled and darted behind a large boulder. Eragon started to follow her, but realized what she was doing and stopped. The tips of his ears turned red as he stripped off his clothing and jumped into the water. He was pleased to find that it was very warm.
Before he resurfaced, Eragon heard another splash, letting him know that he was no longer alone in the water.
When his head broke the surface, he made a point to keep his eyes closed.
"Eragon, you can open your eyes. I wouldn't have brought you here if I had a problem with you seeing me naked, now would I?" Arya stated calmly.
"I guess not." He admitted and opened his eyes.
Arya was bent down so that only her head and shoulders were above water. Her hair was wet and water was coursing down her face in rivulets. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and her full lips were turned up in a small smile.
She turned and began to swim away from him. Drawn on by his fascination, he followed her.
He stopped when her head disappeared. He stood still, waiting for her to resurface.
"Looking for me?"
Eragon whipped around, and before he could stop, he lost his balance and fell forward. He caught hold of Aryas shoulders and nearly toppled them both. As it were, their bodies were still pressed against each other.
Both of them turned red in the face and they pulled away quickly.
"I-I'm sorry!" Eragon stuttered, eyes wide.
"N-no, it was my fault. I was the one who startled you." Arya mumbled, wrapping her arms around her chest in a somewhat defensive manner.
"We should go back."
"No, let's stay here for a while." Arya said, making sound almost like a question.
Eragon nodded, and Arya looked happy.
Arya swam away on her back and Eragon followed.
"Afraid to go under water again?" he challenged.
"No!" she yelped
"Prove it."
Arya took a deep breath and dove under water. The water was to dark for Eragon to keep track of where she was.
Suddenly, something grabbed his foot and tripped him.
He came back up spluttering. He turned to Arya.
"That was a dirty trick." He growled.
She grinned, looking somewhat flirtatious. "You know you can't stay mad at me."
Eragon glared at her for another moment before he gave up.
"Why are you always right?" he asked.
"Because I'm a woman.
"So men can't ever be right?"
"Only when fighting with another man. You could win against Roran."
"Oh so I'm finally a man to you?"
"You have been a man to me for a while."
Eragon shook his head. "Thanks for telling me." He grumbled.
"Why does it matter?"
"It doesn't." he answered quickly.
Arya muttered something under her breath.
Out of the blue, a huge ball of water dropped onto Eragons head.
"Hey!" he yelled. "Not fair!"
"Why don't you do something about it?" Arya challenged.
"I will!" he retorted. He muttered something under his breath and Arya was pushed back by a tidal wave.
When she recovered, Arya said "So you want to play that way?" and shoved him back with a ball of water.
For an hour or so, their water war continued.
Neither of them noticed the green dragon sneaking in and taking something from behind two rocks.
When both of them were exhausted from the magic use, they waded to the shore to dry off and get dressed.
When Arya got to the place where she had undressed, she looked around, but could not find her clothes.
Behind another rock, Eragon was facing the same problem.
"Arya?" he called.
"Yes?"
"My clothes wouldn't happen to be over there would they?" he asked.
"I was hoping mine were over there!" she answered.
"Great." He muttered. "What should we do?"
"Run." She answered as she stepped out from behind her rock, arms wound around her chest.
When they returned to their tent, Saphira and Drákos were still laughing.
"What so funny?" Arya demanded.
'You never thought to ask us where your clothes were.' Saphira answered.
"What are you talking about?" Eragon growled.
'I sent Drákos in to steal your clothes.'
"Why?" Arya shrilled.
'Go get dressed and I will explain.' Saphira ordered.
Grumbling, the pair of them slipped into the tent and got dressed.
When they were clothes, they left the tent and said "Explain."
'I sent him in to steal your clothes because we wanted to see the look on your faces.'
"Good night." Eragon snapped and stalked into the tent. Arya followed behind him.
When they had lain down to sleep, Drákos spoke to Eragon.
'Daddy, why do you sleep over there and not with me and mommy?'
"It is less awkward for me to sleep here." He answered wearily.
'Will you sleep over here tonight?' the little dragon pleaded.
"Ask Arya." He said.
Drákos turned to Arya.
'Mommy?'
"You are going to keep asking until you get your way, aren't you?"Arya asked.
'Yes.'
Arya groaned and said "Very well."
Eragon sat up and swung his legs off the cot. He then carried it over and placed it next to Aryas and settled back down.
When he was settled, Drákos lay down across both of their stomachs and began to hum.
Me: Well here is chapter 8. I hope you liked it.
Arya: I didn't.
Drákos: I did! I got to be the sneaky ninja!
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