disclaimer: i do not own eragon.
"What the-! Eragon!"
For the second time in a short span of minutes Roran was roaring out his younger friend's name.
Eragon climbed on top of the boy. Moving to straddle him and grab hold of his wrists, he pulled them up and over, away from Roran's face.
Roran put up a valiant fight, turning his head and trying to buck the other off, but Eragon had always been stronger, despite the differences in their size.
Eragon stopped when red, watery eyes glared back at him. His own eyes widened at the sight. "Rora-?"
Roran rolled over, effectively unpinning himself from under his friend this time and sent Eragon sprawling on the floor.
Eragon was quick to gather himself, staring upward in confusion and a bit of worry that he didn't know what to do with. He easily ignored the pain. "Why are you crying?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Are you hurt?"
"No."
"Did you get in a fight?"
"No."
"Then why...?"
Roran was silent again. After a minute, he said, "...my, my mother died."
