Chapter Ten
Carmen
This was the fifth day we have been travelling to Farthen Dur and it was announced that we would arrive before late afternoon. I have shared a tent with Murtagh for the whole trip and found that he has no real annoying traits other than snoring slightly. I smiled as I rolled over in my cot. I always enjoyed early morning stretches. I opened my eyes only to snap them shut again.
"Jesus, Murtagh, wear a bell or something." I heard him chuckle as he pulled on the shirt he had been missing before.
"Is it safe to look now?" I asked cautiously. He chuckled again before replying.
"Yes. But no staring." He teased.
"I wasn't staring! I closed my eyes as soon as I saw you." I said indignantly. "I don't think of you that way." I murmured.
(Are you sure? He's got some good muscles, and he's nice to you. It's a double pointer.) I frowned. She didn't like when Diam called Murtagh "it."
"Are you okay?" I heard Murtagh ask from behind me. One of his hands rested on my shoulder. I twisted away and muttered that I was.
"You sure?" He asked, obviously unsatisfied with my answer. I ignored him and walked out of the tent. Right into Eragon.
"Sorry." He murmured before looking up. A slow smile formed on his face. I frowned at his expression.
"Oh hello." He greeted me politely.
"Hi." I muttered back, brushing past him as I walked away. I knew he was watching as I climbed the hill. I walked far away before stopping at the ridge of a cliff, high above the forests bellow. I jumped a little when Diam landed in front of me.
(Wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?) She asked when I cursed at her.
"No." I snarled. Diam chuckled deep in her throat.
(I think you did.) Then she paused. (Someone's coming.) I stiffened as I heard footsteps behind me.
"Is that what I think it is?" Eragon asked uncertainly.