disclimer: Is this really nessesary?

In the night garden

The night air was still. Only the slightest breeze played through the trees. The chatter of nocturnal animals sifted through the woods. Murtagh watched the liana sway gently through the twilight air. Thoughts nagged at the back of his, as they often did. Gnawing on his peace of mind. He could not sleep, in deep agitation he kicked off his blankets in a flurry. He creeped atop the soft loam, picking his way around dark-blotted obstacles till he hovered next to Saphira's slumbering form. Murtagh tapped delicately on one of her scales. She shifted slowly; swinging her head to gaze at him with slit eyes.

"I need to talk to Eragon," he whispered careful to make as little noise as possible.

She blinked in response. She lifted up her wings enough to reveal Eragon to his view. The younger man shivered at the cool night air. Eragon pulled the blankets up around his chin the same moment Murtagh shook him awake. Eragon groaned so loudly that Murtagh clapped a hand to his face. They wouldn't want to wake their gracious new friend. Murtagh wondered if they could trust this new friend of theirs.

Eragon grunted loudly trying to pull off Murtagh's iron grip. This only made him more irritable. Murtagh leaned closely to Eragon's face to whisper in his ear.

"Be quiet! I need to talk to you. Come on, but quietly!" His voice was low, rough from straining vocal cords and a sand scrubbed throat. He didn't wait for Eragon's reaction. Instead he hauled up his dead wait. Half-dragging the stumbling creature. Ragging him off into the bush.

He continued until he felt they were a safe distance from the camp. Before he let up on his grip on Eragon. When he did Eragon stumbled back into a tree huffing and rubbing the part of his arm that Murtagh had firmly attached to.

"What! " Eragon demanded, looking quite irritable himself. He was going to be Half- dead in the morning if he didn't get a good night sleep. Something he'd been looking forward to since Gil'ead.

"We have to talk,"

"Fine, about what? And why so late?"

"Do you think we can trust her?"

The abruptness of his question caught him off guard .Eragon had thought about it as well but was too tired to give it more than a passing thought. "We can trust her, I think. "He sighed wearily, "even if we can't, we still need her to show us the way to the Varden. And time is running short for Arya. I don't think it's a matter of trust, she's necessary."

Murtagh nodded, letting the knot of worry loosen around his chest. It was what he wanted to hear for the most part. Perhaps he was just being irrational. He couldn't let go of the distrustful attitude that made him think twice. Even with Eragon he felt that he had to watch his back. Which he knew for a fact that was the height of foolishness. If Eragon was one thing it was loyal, Murtagh wasn't even sure if Eragon was capable of betraying someone. That was one thing that made things traveling with him easy. His trusting nature balanced out Murtagh's suspicion. They suited each other well; but unfortunately Murtagh was far too tired to think beyond the fact that now they wouldn't have to sneak off in the middle of the night. They trudged their way through the thick briar back the camp. Eragon crawled back under Saphira's wing, curling up. Murtagh was asleep before his head hit his pillow. Forming the foetal position around his bundle of blankets. He plunged back into sleeps embrace.

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An: Not much to say here, very short chapter. this is a habit of mine, i'll write a good first chapter and then a short anti-climatic seond. I did tell you that in my an's i'd give a little blub on Giant culture, so here it goes.

First of all if I make a lot of gramatical errors in dialog this is mostly cuz of her accent. She has a very hard time pronouncing the th sound so it'll either come out as Da=the or ta. their are several different dialects f the giants as you'll discover. Giant speak uses some words of both the dwarvish and ancient language, that's all i can think of. she also has a hard time with suffixes.

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