Well here is the next chapter everyone. Let's get some new developments going. Since there is nothing that jumps out as me as I'm writing this A/N. I shall keep it short. Anyways have fun reading! RR.
The soft trills of mockingbirds stirred her awake mixed with noise from the main body of the Varden's camp. Her mind gaining awareness as the dreams slipped away, Arya blinked against the warmth that she was resting against. The moment her senses came back to her, she felt her exhaustion return. It was early morning and Nasuada had made well on her word for the noises that Arya was hearing signaled that the Varden was preparing to organize and march. Mere hours of rest did not do enough to rejuvenate her. To add to it, her body felt sore and her limbs ached.
Not ready to leave her cot yet despite her usual rigorous schedule which involved waking at the crack of dawn and working until the middle of night, Arya turned to the man beneath her if one could call him just a man. His appearance was the same as her people, he was an elf despite being originally human. Eragon was fast asleep and it did not surprise her that he made no move to wake. He was a grumpy riser, something she was told and had experienced firsthand. A faint smile curved onto her lips as she took in his appearance. Eragon was not ugly. No, he was far from the term. Unlike Murtagh, who was transformed during the Agaetí Blödhren, Eragon did not have the rugged appearance that most humans had. His features were smooth and angled and had she not known that he was human Arya would have thought of him as a son of Du Weldenvarden.
His chestnut hair was growing messy and slightly long falling past his eyes and about his face. It gave him a tousled look. Brushing locks of his hair from his face, she studied his slanted eyes vividly seeing in her mind the warm brown underneath his eyelids. Her fingers traced the bridge of his nose admiring the straightness of it before coming to rest on his lips that were slightly open, breaths leaving and entering with every rise and fall of his chest. She shifted to continue to admire him. It was not often that she had a moment of privacy with Eragon to fully appreciate his form and even when they were alone, the two of them were too occupied with one another for her to consider studying him.
Her fingers continued to trace his smooth jaw line sliding across the skin with feather light touches. He stirred but did not wake. Bringing her finger over his strong neck, Arya paused to feel his pulse and then continued onward stopping at his chest. He was not muscular in the sense of being compared to a bear. Rather, Eragon's body was comparable to that of a wolf. His shoulders were broad and his back was angular. Her fingers spread about his chest as she felt the muscles underneath. His smooth torso ended at a trim waist that most human men could not maintain well enough. Continuing onward were his legs, smooth and strong. Shifting in his sleep once more, Arya could feel his hands against her back knowing that he was aware of her presence. The bite mark on his arms caught her eyes. Unlike Urgals, who had powerful arms banded with muscles, Eragon's arms were elegant and strong. Her hands traced up his arms returning to his shoulders.
Slim, toned, and powerful—those were the words that came to mind when she described his form which was like a rapier. Unbidden by her, a soft sigh left her lips.
Outside of her tent, the noise of the Varden continued rudely reminding her that they had no time to continue to relax. "Eragon," Arya said softly reaching for his face lightly, "You must wake. We need to prepare to march with the Varden."
His brows furrowed showing that he heard her but his eyes remained closed. Amusement washed over her. "As much as you cherish your sleep," started Arya reaching about his neck to find the sensitive spot Saphira had once shown her, "We have our duties to attend to." With that said, she pinched him slightly. His response was immediate.
Startled, he jolted slightly against her causing her to gasp. Eyes tiredly blinking open, Eragon groaned. "Is it too much to ask for a few more hours of sleep?" he muttered nuzzling his head into her neck. "I am tired after such a reunion."
If that was an attempt to embarrass her, she felt no such thing. Instead Arya merely smirked as she stared down at him, raising a brow, "Oh? If I remember correctly one particular Shadeslayer was not objecting to our reunion."
"Are you speaking for yourself?" he kissed her beneath her ear, his voice holding a teasing lilt to it. Arya shivered. His hands drifted lower, curving over bottom before resting on the back of her knees. She knew what it was that he wanted and she felt her desire rising up within her but the noises outside of her tent kept pressing on her mind.
"Eragon," trying to keep her tone strong, she felt her breath hitch when she felt him against her, her body reacting to his ministrations. "We need to prepare to leave," then she added in another breathy sigh, "And I am still somewhat sensitive from earlier."
His hands readjusted her about him as he leaned up with ease to kiss her, "I shall be quick and gentle," before she could answer, she gasped as she was pulled against him once more losing herself to the feral nature that was rising up within her. As Eragon had promised her, he was indeed quick and gentle that early morning.
Much later, Arya found herself watching Eragon with an amused smile as he washed her sheets which were dirtied from their coupling. "What I do not understand is why I have to do the laundry," muttered Eragon as he scrubbed the white sheets in the Jiet River. Earlier, the two of them had took down Arya's tent and after digging up the chest with Fundor packed everything away in her bags. When Arya saw the conditions of her sheets, she had adamantly refused to pack it with the rest of her things until it was thoroughly clean. "If I remember correctly, you were just as abandoned in your actions as I was."
A soft laugh bubbled in her throat and left her with ease as she leaned back against the large boulder that she sat against observing Eragon. She did not want to tease him but it seemed like it was needed, "If I remember correctly," Arya started with a slight smile knowing his very reaction, "It was you who caused the mess in the first place. Or rather a great majority of it."
It wasn't often that she witnessed a red faced Eragon but this was one of the very few times that she did. He blushed, his cheeks turning red. Traveling across his face she could tell the tips of ears were burning as well. He muttered something underneath his breath but continued to clean her sheets, this time with more feeling as if he had taken responsibility for them. The sight of it humored her and yet was strangely affectionate. How odd Arya thought to herself content to just sitting by the riverside watching as Eragon did domestic work.
He really is spoiled, she thought inwardly laughing, feeling a great mirth at the moment. Well I was warned ahead of time. And it was true, when they were traveling together after having first met Eragon, Saphira had warned her that he was a spoiled child. Her eyes glided back to him, He must have never washed a single piece of cloth in his life.
"What do we have here?" a bright voice announced its presence. Arya wanted to groan at the sound of the familiar voice. Her earlier mirth already started to diminish as she found herself staring up at the wiry haired witch Angela and at her heels as always was her devoted werecat Solembum. The cat stared at Arya for a moment then he made his way over to Eragon and leaned out to sniff the sheets in curiosity. As if to annoy her, Solembum's eyes drifted over to her and his tail twitched. All she could think of was a young boy smirking outright to her. "Our very own dragon rider domesticated by his woman? As always interesting events seems to find its way to you Eragon."
He glanced up at Angela and Arya was secretly glad that Eragon had the audacity to fight fire with fire. She, herself, could never be rude to the witch but Eragon held no caution. He often spoke his mind when he felt the need to. "I hardly find washing sheets interesting," he answered her, "If you have nothing else to say Angela, I believe Murtagh is suffering in mortal agony with the thousands of thorns that prick his skin for every answer you deny him."
"Please, it is not as serious as you make it sound," Angela waved away his comments and glanced from between Arya and Eragon. Her expression looked rather smug and knowing that Arya had to turn away least she would notice the slight mortification winning over. "Though I do not find washing sheets interesting. It is why you are washing them Eragon. Are you trying to clean them of something? I do not see anything particularly dirty about them. They look fairly white."
She knows, thought Arya as her eyes caught Eragon's. Though Arya was fighting to remain impassive Eragon merely chuckled at Angela as if he found her words amusing. For some reason, Arya had an inkling that Angela liked to unsettle her. It seemed to be a hobby of the witch. She remembered feeling the same mortification the day of Roran's wedding after Arya had awoken from the first time Eragon had touched her. Something flashed in Eragon's eyes and she felt his amusement coming off of him. Shooting him a questioning expression she watched as he shook his head.
"As you see, it is only normal to clean one's sheet every once and a while," Eragon stood pulling the white sheets from the river. He then began to twist it from end to end, squeezing every last drop of water from the cloth. "Do you not know how to wash your own laundry Angela? You stroke the fabric in the water until it is clean. Thenjust pull it out and squeeze it for every—"
"I understand the process of washing laundry very much so," Angela cut him off looking at Eragon with narrowed eyes caught by her own game. Though Arya felt uncomfortable with their banter that was no doubt a euphemism for something very different she couldn't help but feel a slight pride at how Eragon managed to cease the witch's method of teasing.
"Do you?" he continued to tightened the twist of the sheets until it was fairly dry. Satisfied, he whispered a few words in the ancient language and the last bit of water still absorb in the fabric fell away leaving behind cleaned sheets. "Well then, what is it that you wanted to find us for? I do not think you went this far just to see me do laundry."
"I didn't but I must admit that seeing you by the riverside scrub away like a housewife is a sight to behold," said Angela with a slight smirk as Arya stood to join them. She was glad that her gait was not off despite how sore she felt. "How easily men bend to women especially when it is their loved ones."
"Have you any experience in the areas of courtship?" asked Eragon curiously. To Arya's amusement it appeared as if Eragon had unknowingly struck a nerve in the witch. Angela's eyes narrowed as she watched the Shadeslayer fold the white cloth neatly.
"Another thing you should teach him Arya," said Angela coolly as she watched Eragon neatly pack away the white sheets in Arya's bags. "Never ask a woman about her past love, it is as dangerous as the point of a sword. You will do well to remember that, when asking such a thing, it is you who are wielding that sword. You can either stab yourself in the heart with it or merely sheath it for another purpose."
"Ah," at the sound of his voice, Arya's eyes darted to him wondering what it was that he was thinking. "Well then, I believe I shall sheathe that sword for another purpose then." Glad that he had left the subject, Eragon started another, "Have you seen Elva as of late?"
At the mention of the silver tongued girl, Angela shook her head looking rather aggravated, "Ever since Murtagh has undone the curse on her, she has been free to do what she wished. It is hard to keep both eyes on her when I have to keep one eye on my work and the other on my enemies."
"Enemies?" repeated Arya curiously, "Have you crossed someone Wise One?"
"Crossed someone? Good heavens, when haven't I crossed someone? I just crossed someone on my way here," Angela answered her brightly, "Large man, he was getting his supplies ready when I crossed his path. Said a morning greeting and such. Very polite man, very much so."
Arya had forgotten that Angela liked to speak in cryptic tones, sometimes she was even worse than an elf. She amended her question, "Have you any enemies to be wary of?" at her words Angela contemplated for a moment.
"I believe I do have enemies but am I wary of them? That has yet to be seen, the last time someone sought my blood, I had made sure that that particular man could not sit correctly for some time. He became very twitchy afterwards, that's why he's such a shifty character," Arya raised a brow not asking what it was that Angela had done to the person. She had an assumption that she did not want an answer to.
"Will you tell us why it is that you've come searching for us?" asked Eragon. "Or shall we speak more about the people whom unfortunately crossed you?"
"Ah right, of course," she glanced back to the main body of the Varden which was still packing and preparing to march later in the day. "I was sent to find you by Rosalie. Selena has started experiencing labor pains—"
Almost immediately Eragon grabbed their things as well as Saphira's and Eridor's saddles hefting them over his shoulder as he made his way to the main body of the Varden. Arya caught Angela's eyes. The witch shrugged, "I was getting there. Besides you shouldn't kill the messenger but the…Ah let's leave that at that." The two of them followed Eragon, who's anxiety was rolling off of him in waves. Weaving in and out of the tents of the Varden, they could see his parent's tent in the distance already crowded with people. She saw Murtagh and the dragons already there as well as Katrina and Roran and some of the people of Carvahall. It seemed as if a crowd had already gathered for the birthing of the third child of Selena.
"Get out of my way," roughly pushing aside a villager from Carvahall, Eragon immediately dropped their things to the side of his parent's tent and turned to Bard as Arya came to a stop beside him. "Where is my mother?"
The cook opened to answer but paused as a scream came from the tent. It was a terrible sound thought Arya with a frown. Without waiting for anything, Eragon made his way to the tent only to be pulled back by Murtagh, "Rosalie and Desdemona are with mother, it is best that we do not disturb her Eragon."
He tossed Murtagh's arm aside with a glare as if daring him to stop him from entering the tent. Murtagh glanced at her. Understanding his plea, Arya reached forward and gripped Eragon by the wrist tugging him away from the tent flap. "No Eragon if you burst in now, you can possibly harm your mother," she gave him a reassuring smile, "Let me go and help, I have some experiences with this. I can ease your mother's birth pains."
He stared at her for a moment his expression very strained. Then he nodded. She gestured for Invidia and Yaela to join her. Turning to the tent, she pushed the tent flap aside to enter. The sight that greeted her was one she'd seen before albeit with different people. Sitting propped against many pillows was Eragon's mother, sweat was gleaming on her face which contorted in pain as another contraction tore through her. Rosalie and Desdemona hovered over her as Brom sat on a stool by the cot holding Selena's hand.
At the sound of their arrival, Rosalie turned to her relieved, "Ah, you are here Arya," she gestured for Arya and her companions to gather about the cot, "Do not worry Lady Selena, all shall be well." She said reassuringly to the woman. Arya stood opposite of Rosalie on the other side of the cot. Her eyes traveled to Eragon's beloved mother. She wore a gown which clung to her body and she trembled every second or so the pain of birth traveling through her limbs.
"Are you going to be giving birth naturally?" asked Arya as Desdemona began to cast spells about Selena to ease the pain. Rosalie shook her head, her forest green eyes hard as she motioned to the tent flap.
"His lordship will have our heads if we let Lady Selena suffer when magic can easily help her," Rosalie said, "If you will help us sing the child out of the womb Arya, it will ease her lady's pain and the child will be easily birthed." That was what she had hoped thought Arya as she exchanged nods with Invidia and Yaela. With their magic, they could ease the contractions of the body and help Selena push the baby out. Had it been anyone else, they would have gone about assisting in the labor in the traditional way by soaking cloth and constantly pushing the baby out. But Eragon's family was different. They were not strangers to magic and they did not harbor a great distrust for Arya's race.
"Will you consent to our help Brom?" Arya questioned the man. Though he may not be married to Selena, they considered each other husband and wife and seeing as Selena was too distracted by the pain, Brom's answer would suffice. He nodded without hesitation. "Then let us ease her pain and bring into the world the third child that fate has given to you both." Setting her hand on Selena's swollen belly, Arya began to sing to the womb letting the ancient language flow from her lips and through the air. It was a song that eased the body and called to the baby. Letting the baby know that it was in no harm, she continued to sing feeling Selena start to ease underneath her hand. After the first few verses, Yaela and Invidia soon joined in their voices mixing with hers to create a melody that was beautiful and sweet. Though the baby did not understand the ancient language, their song would let it understand that it was being born, that it needed not fight and let Selena gently bring it into the world, that they were waiting for the beautiful innocence that would soon to join them.
It was not difficult to gain the baby's trust in their song for the three of them sung with their hearts. Children were gifts given and forever cherished. Whether it is a child of her race or another, children were the epitome of beauty and innocence. There was a glow that children had that could not compare to adults. As she sung, she thought of her own life. She adored children. Whenever she came across Dusan and Alanna in Ellesmeŕa especially when they were younger, she found herself drawn into their radiance. However, she was young and have yet to learn much about herself. She doubted that she could become a mother soon. It was a dream for another century it seemed.
Time passed as they sung and soon Selena's screams died out as the words wrapped about her, soothing her in their warmth promising a swift and safe delivery. After a few moments, she heard Desdemona's gasp as well as her voice which was not haughty as it often was but excited, "The child is crowning!"
"It is for the better if you do not look Brom," said Rosalie as Arya continued to weave her song almost a soft lullaby now. Pushing with ease now, Arya heard the gasp of relief from Selena as her child left her and into Desdemona's waiting arms. Slowly wrapping up the song, she felt her heart stop when she heard a soft cry. Withdrawing her hand, she turned to Desdemona as she cleaned the baby. Desdemona smiled at Brom and Selena, her eyes bright. She could not see much of the baby except for a small hand that clenched the blanket that laid against Desdemona's in a tight fist.
"My lady," said Desdemona in a gentle voice, "Your daughter."
Arya watched as the newborn within the blanket was lowered onto her mother's chest, Selena's arms instantly came about to cradle the child to her, a single tear dropping from her eyes at the sight of her daughter. Sniffling, Rosalie went about to clean up the blood from Selena's womb with her moist towels as the proud parents stared at their baby daughter. Arya felt a smile grace her lips as the blankets were shifted about the baby to reveal a round face that was red from the birthing. There was dark fuzz on her hair and her eyes were closed. However, as Brom whispered to her she struggled to open them with much difficulty, curious to see the world about her.
"Blue eyes…" whispered Selena her voice heavy with exhaustion and filled with tears as her daughter closed her eyes once more. She was after all a newborn baby. "Your blue eyes Brom."
"Aye," his voice was thick as he stared down at their baby daughter, "And your beauty."
"You should rest Lady Selena," said Rosalie gently as she changed the sheets, covering her with a clean pair. She looked reluctant to continue but she did so, "We shall take care of your daughter while you rest. She will be here when you wake." Selena was reluctant to part from her daughter but nodded handing the baby to Rosalie to cradle as Brom repositioned the pillows about her head lowering her down on her cot to rest.
Arya stared at the child in Rosalie's arms. She ached to hold the baby as well wanting to speak to her. She was no doubt going to be a gifted child seeing as her older brothers were dragon riders, her father the Bane of the Forsworn, and her mother a Black Hand. She was going to be loved like no other thought Arya. After tucking the blankets about his wife, Brom reached for his daughter to which Rosalie handed her over to him. He stared at the baby for a long moment and Arya saw a tear fall from his piercing blue eyes as his daughter sniffled in his arm. After a moment, he turned to Arya, Invidia, and Yaela with an expression of deep gratitude.
"Thank you," whispered Brom fervently, "I do not know how to repay you for your help."
"There is no need to thank us Brom," said Arya as her eyes flickered to the baby and back to Brom's face. "It is the least we could do for a family who has provided so much for us." He nodded unable to speak. Now that their singing was done and Selena was peacefully resting with Desdemona and Rosalie caring for her, she could hear the anxiety outside of the tent as well as constant pacing that was no doubt Eragon. "I believe your sons are waiting to see their baby sister."
He appeared shocked for a moment. Gathering himself Brom nodded and led the way outside. Following him, Arya and her companions exited the tent to face a crowd that had gathered about the tent anxiously awaiting for the news of the delivery. Now there were a few new additions to the crowd. She saw Nasuada standing beside a worried Murtagh as he saw on a barrel. Her guards stood close behind to guard her. A few warriors of the Varden had come over after hearing the news of Selena's delivery. Immediately at the sight of Brom, Murtagh stood and nearly tripped in his hurry.
"Mother, is she fine?" he asked anxiously staring at the tent behind them. Brom nodded his face showing an expression of pure happiness as Murtagh stared open mouthed at the bundle in his arms. "Say hello to your baby sister, Murtagh."
"Baby sister?" he repeated faintly. Brom nodded and gingerly placed his daughter in Murtagh's arms. While Murtagh was entranced by his baby sister, Arya's eyes sought Eragon as he stood frozen unsure of what to do. Always the hesitant one thought Arya tenderly as she raised a brow at him. Discretely she twitched her fingers telling him to join them. As if his feet moved on his own, Eragon came forward as he stopped beside Murtagh. He looked as if he was in shock at the sight of the girl. As if sensing a crowd was about her, the baby's eyes opened and Arya felt her heart warm at her innocent look. She saw Eragon and then startling him, she opened her mouth and let out a cry.
"Is there something wrong with her?" asked Eragon glancing at Arya in surprise. It was clear than that Eragon had no experience with babies. Her smiled widened as he glanced back at his baby sister. When Murtagh made to hand her to Eragon he took a step back as if afraid. She gave another cry.
"She may want you to hold her," said Murtagh grinning then before Eragon could flee, the baby was place in his arms and he awkwardly had to adjust the crook of his arms to fit the baby. He stared at her as she wiggled in his arms. Arya watched as a series of emotions crossed Eragon's face. His eyes were bright and she could see that they were drawn at the corners as he fought a frown. It was rather odd thought Arya softly. Eragon appeared like he wanted to cry while the baby had yet to shed a tear no doubt due to the song that Arya and the others had sung for her. Then without warning the baby reached up with her hand as if to grip Eragon's hair only to poke him in the eye. He pulled his head back as Brom hurriedly took hold of the baby once more.
Arya made her way over to him as Yaela and Invidia rejoined Blödhgarm and the others. "She likes you," commented Arya softly as he rapidly blinked. He didn't look like he believed her. Nasuada having watched long enough came to join them.
"I can only wonder what fate has in store for your baby sister Eragon," said Nasuada with a smile staring at the baby girl as she once more blinked. "She is no doubt a treasure amongst your family now."
"What is her name?" asked Arya for Eragon seemed to lack words. All about the crowd had yet to lose their shyness and wander close to observe the baby. Brom started, shifting slightly on his feet as he cradled his newborn daughter. He stared down at his daughter from a long moment.
"We spoke about a name for quite some time," said Brom, "When had thought of plenty of names for boys but rarely any for girls. But a name that stuck to us was Ella." He repeated the name to himself one more time, "Yes, Ella."
"A beautiful name," said Nasuada as she walked forward, she placed her fingers on Ella's brow and smiled, "I wish you good fortune Ella Bromsdaughter. You have quite the inheritance." Then Murtagh came forward and blessed her causing the baby to smile widely. They stared at Eragon waiting for him to speak to her. Rather than waiting for Eragon to approach, Brom approached his son and held Ella out for him. Eragon appeared speechless. After a long moment, he whispered to her.
"May happiness follow you Ella," he pulled back as his sister's arms reached out once more for him, he was no doubt afraid of being poked in the eye once more. Arya had to chuckled softly as Brom held Ella out for her to take hold of.
"You may not be married to Eragon, Arya," said Brom kindly, "But you are family and I am sure Ella would like to see the person who helped push her into this world." Surprised and honored, Arya reached out for Ella cradling her hand against the crook of her arm. Unlike most humans, Ella rested easily into her arms and without any hesitation. She stared up at Arya without bright eyes not scared by her appearance. The baby in her arms shifted slightly her small hand coming up to take a fistful of her long ebony hair. Rather than speaking to the baby in their tongue, she spoke to Ella in the ancient language. Ella seemed to recognize her voice as one of the few that sung to her while she was in the womb.
She smiled at Ella glad that the baby girl did not squirm in discomfort or awkwardness but snuggled against her. "May you be happy," said Arya repeating a version of what Eragon said to her in the ancient language. Ella smiled widely and cried out happily in her arms. Returning Brom's child to him, she watched as one by one the crowd started forward to see the happy baby. Giving them space, Arya turned to Eragon scoffing slightly at his still stunned look.
"Are you that surprised to see you baby sister?" asked Arya with a raised brow. He blinked turning to her as Angela came up to intently study Ella. After a long moment, he shook his head folding his arm across his chest.
"More like shocked," said Eragon with a slight smile, he reached out to her and took her hands in his pulling her close, "Thank you for taking care of my mother. Though it only took a little more than half an hour, I was still worried. It calmed me to know that you were there with her." She smiled as she stared around at the others noticing some apprehensive looks on a few of the faces as they stared at Ella refusing to get closer. "They are afraid of the magic you used. Normally giving birth takes hours compared to the short time you were in there."
"I know the stories your people tell about my kind well enough," said Arya softly shifting her eyes. "Too well," she added as his hands tightened about hers. She knew Eragon wanted to say something to her words but she merely shook her head. Those stories lasted for generations and it will only take generations to undo them. She turned to watch as Brom warmly welcomed Blödhgarm and the others to greet Ella. They did so smiling at her and she smiled at them accepting them despite the strangeness of their appearance. Arya watched content as they whispered one or two words in the ancient language to Ella. When they were done, the crowd shifted for the three dragons to come forth.
Arya watched as Saphira bent down to observe Ella. The baby girl did not flinch at the sight of the sapphire dragon and just stared up at Saphira. A strong girl, her words echoed in their minds meaning that she had opened her thoughts to them.
She is the daughter of one of the most sought after family in Alagaësia, said Thorn craning his head to study Ella. To not flinch in the face of three dragons was impressive thought Arya as she stared on with the crowd waiting to see what it was that would happen. Eridor blinked as he peered down at the baby as well the three dragons forming a triangle with their heads.
A gift from us to you, rumbled Eridor as the tip of their snouts touched and Arya's eyes widened as a golden light emerged nearly blinding them as they leaned over Ella. A strange energy appeared wrapping about Ella cocooning her in its warmth until it disappeared. They lifted their heads as Ella let out a joyful cry. Her eyes wide, she followed along with Eragon and Murtagh as they approached Ella. Everything about the baby was normal except for a silver mark about her right wrist. Wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet was a silver lining like that of a vine on the skin.
"What is it?" asked Murtagh curiously as they stared at Ella's wrist.
Our gift to her, said Saphira simply her tail swaying back and forth. A gift of beauty.
Strength, added Thorn with a light huff.
And knowledge, Eridor finished.
They stared at Ella watching as she blinked up at them. Then Eragon turned and held out his arm addressing Bard and Finny who were standing by looking as if they were anxious to do something, "What are you two waiting for? Set the tables!"
"Of course my lord!" Arya watched as Bard and Finny hurried about to set the table. The crowd began to clear as celebrations about Ella traveled about the camp. Nasuada shook her head with a smile as she watched the everyone scrambled about.
"It seems that we shall tarry for another day here until we finally march onward," she commented as Murtagh came to her side to speak to her with a bright smile. Taken by his presence she turned to fully face him. Not commenting on them, Arya turned to find that Eragon had gone into the tent to see his mother. Unsure of what to do, she blinked when Brom walked over to her.
"Will you watch Ella for me Arya?" asked Brom holding his daughter out to her, "I would like to check up on Selena as well." She nodded taking the child for his arms to hold in hers once more. The warmth she felt was encompassing as she stared down at Ella. She rarely held a child in her arms due to the fact that not many humans were comfortable with her doing so but Ella accepted her arms as Eragon and his family did. Within time Arya was standing amongst the six females sent to guard Murtagh as they spoke to the baby. Meanwhile the others were helping with the celebration. Off to the side Murtagh and Eragon were busy building a cradle for the baby to sleep in.
As she stood there with Ella, her eyes caught Eragon's and he smiled at her. Turning her eyes back to Ella, Arya continued to softly speak to her. Maybe one day…
And so Eragon and Murtagh have a younger sister named Ella. Which means 'all'. It's an important name since she will be the one to tie them all together now as a family. Now that there is a baby in the story, there might be new developments. What else? What else? Well then since this is it, I shall wrap up this short note and say that I hope to see you all soon. I can't believe I've updated so many chapters in such a short span of time. :)