A/N Hello once again ladies and gentlemen, Quil here. I'm sorry for not posting this sooner, I've been too wrapped up in life and only got to finish my work today 4-25-13. Enjoy this little chapter before I take a little break ;)

Arya

Arya sat on her bed crying her heart out. Fírnen returned having felt her sadness through the bond that he shared with her and came to comfort her.

"Oh Fírnen, I have made a complete fool of myself when I greeted him!". she said "I slapped him, Fírnen, that was the first ever action I greeted him with and he didn't do anything about it, but just asked why". Fírnen stared into her eyes with his own black pupils

"Little one, all will be good, remember when you told me that Eragon sometimes made bold moves to try and woo you? You made a mistake, just like he did when he was younger" he proceeded "my only hope is that you don't repeat that mistake or I may have to knock some sense into you" he said in a mocking voice. She couldn't help, but chuckle at the thought of Fírnen smacking her on the back of her head with his paw. "What's so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing Fírnen, nothing", she put her head on Fírnen, "I just wish Eragon could stay here longer" as soon as she finished the sentence, there was a knock.

Eragon

Eragon was staying in his old treehouse that he stayed in when he was training with Oromis. He and Saphira had agreed to sleep in the same place, even though Saphira could barely fit she fit nonetheless. Before he fell asleep however he decided to meditate and feel the energy of the creatures around him.

"Wake me when you wish to fall asleep little one", with that she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Eragon then sat cross-legged and extended his mind outward to feel meet the minds of each individual creature. He felt the energy of his treehouse as he remembered that the structure was sung and not cut into the tree. However, he was attracted by a certain kind of sadness that emanated throughout Ellesméra, that sadness led him to Tialdarí Hall. Curious, he looked inside, his mind brushed against Arya's her mind was unprotected; then realizing that she was sad he decided to take a look and see what was troubling her. What he saw left his mouth open, all he saw were memories of him, from 100 years ago to when they met for the first time just a couple hours ago. He instantly withdrew, not wanting to be caught peering into her mind and receive angry reactions from non other than the Elf Queen herself, he decided to go give her a visit.

"Saphira?" he asked. She woke up,

"Yes little one?" she responded

"Do you mind if I take a small walk around Ellesméra?" she looked at him, leaning back he was a expecting a torrent of worries and negatives of why he should stay, but he was surprised when she responded with a nod. He got out of his treehouse and trotted off to Tialdarí Hall.

Arya

"It's the middle of the night, can they not see that I cannot be bothered every hour of the day?" she thought, "Who is it?" she asked. Silence. "Who is it or I will have your head cut off and feed it to my dragon. Then an all too familiar voice came from the door.

"I thought that elven royalty shouldn't speak to subjects like that, especially the master of the Riders." the voice said.

"Eragon?" she asked. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"I was meditating..." he said. Her eyes widened, she probably left her mind open and he looked into it.

"How much did you see" she cut him off.

"Not much, I just saw your memories of me and then I closed myself off", he said in the Ancient Language.

"Come in" she said

"Thought you'd never say so" he replied as he opened the door.

"So, why'd you come" she asked staring at him.

Eragon

Those green eyes, those brilliant green eyes staring at him as he sat there with his emotionless stare.

"I cannot burst now, she must give me her permission before I can newly pursue her" he thought to himself. "I came here because I was worried about you Arya, I thought I hurt you in some way." he finally said

"No Eragon, it is I who hurt you, it was not right for me to slap you, especially now that you're master of the Riders." she responded. He saw a set of black eyes staring at him.

"Hello Fírnen" he said

"Hello ebithril" the dragon said, Eragon was still impressed at how deep Fírnen's voice was, even for a young dragon like him. Arya looked at Fírnen, then Fírnen nodded and flew out her window.

"What did you tell him" he said putting on an amused grin.

"Just that I found some company" she smiled back, then started walking towards "Now, what I would like to know is why I feel like you've changed, something in your emotions...". He already knew what she was hinting at so he answered with a small frown, enough to be noticed, but not to where he does not enjoy it.

"Listen Arya", she stared at him "I pledged myself that I would not pursue in such a way until I got your permission to do so". She stopped 5 inches in front of him.

"Oh?" she appeared surprised, "And why is that?"

"So that I wouldn't be distracted of pursuing you while I was training my students, plus, I was afraid of being hurt by a broken heart while I was training them." She proceeded forward again and embraced him, almost like the one a couple hours earlier, but this time without the pain from the slap beforehand. She then looked up into his eyes, those bright green eyes looking at him, feeling like she was staring and taking in everything before her. That was the last thought he had before another big shock of the day happened before him. She touched her lips to his, his mind was in a big mess and he felt time slow down as she kept her lips to his. After what seemed like an hour of having a mind of a two year old he finally wrapped his arms around her and met her kiss with his. She finally pulled away and said,

"Is that enough permission for you?" the old effect of her voice had come back, then he thought to himself that maybe it didn't have that effect a couple hours ago because his mind didn't allow him falling for her without her permission.

"I don't know" her smile turned into a grimace, seeing this he continued "maybe if we spar tomorrow I'll consider it" her face then lit up.

"It would be an honor to spar with you again Eragon Shadeslayer", with that she pushed him playfully off her. "Now, I would like some sleep, good night Eragon"

"Good night" he responded. With that he walked out of Tialdarí Hall and back to his treehouse. Saphira looked up and blinked,

"How went your visit with Arya?" she asked. He looked at her

"How did you know?" he responded

"Do you not remember our bond Eragon? We can see what the other is thinking. For a second your mind went blank so I thought you were dead until your thoughts surged with a memory of Arya approaching and..." she left it off there doing that deep laugh that she usually does, "looks like you both finally accepted each other, I was wondering when it would happen. Now, I want to sleep, agreed?"

"Agreed" he said and climbed over to Saphira to fall asleep under her wing.

A/N I'm sorry for not making the chapter long enough, but I needed to finish it before I took a break from writing. You should expect me back up and running from late May to early June. Don't miss me too much, real life is tough on me and I really want to make this story enjoyable for you guys. I plan on introducing new characters to the fold and by unanimous decision a lemon will be added to the story. Good luck!-Quil