Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, other than the ones I made up. It makes me sad.
Ryeliey made her way out of the room as fast as she could so she could steer clear of Eragon and his never-ending–questions.
Of course, just as she slipped away, he flagged her down, and since she didn't feel like running, she turned around and faced him with a blank cold look in her eyes.
"Ryeliey." He said quickly.
"What do you want now Eragon?" she snapped.
"You don't seem worried." He said mildly.
"Unlike you…" she said vaguely "I don't worry to death about small tasks." She tossed her head, to make some wisps of black hair out of her pale green eyes. "Besides the empire doesn't know what side I belong to."
"And what side is that?" Eragon questioned, actually it was Saphira's question, repeated though Eragon.
Ryeliey thought for a while, and didn't respond. She just made a 'click' with her tongue.
"Now if you excuse me, oh great Shur'turgal I want to get back to sleep."
She turned and pushed her way though a group of people looking at a vendor's stall.
Once though the crowd she ran back to Madam Tooso's house, her long braid, thumping slightly painfully, on her back.
-- Eragon's point of view --
As I Watched Ryeliey leave, I thought about how she didn't answer when I asked what side she was on. Who had her allegiance Galbatorix or Nasuada? Murtaugh or Myself?
While I walked Saphira's voice disturbed my thinking.
She has quite a tongue on her, that one.
'Yes, and I have a feeling that, the sharpness of her tongue is going to cost her. –Saphira, where are you?'
Once Ryeliey left, I took off for the dragon hold.
'Oh. I see you in a bit; I want to talk to Angela.'
Ok, have fun little one.
-- Back to normal! (following Eragon still) --
Walking though the Varden Eragon found the steep stairs that ascended to Angela's 'place', and then eventually the dragon-hold.
Beginning to climb up the stairs he thought. 'Ryeliey is going to try to steal the last egg. What if Murtaugh catches her, I don't think she would stand a chance…'
Soon he reached Angela's little home. Opening the door and found Angela talking to Gertrude.
"Oh hello Block-head!" Angela said brightly.
Gertrude nodded a silent hello to him.
"Hello Angela, and are you going to stop calling me black-head soon?"
"Maybe." She said smiling.
Eragon sighed then began to talk. "Have you ever met a girl called Ryeliey?"
Angela thought for a moment "…yes… I do recall meeting her in Teirm once before, she was rather interested in Solembum…"
"Do you know who her allegiance is to?"
"Now why would I know that, I met her only once before!" Angela said slightly angry. "If you really want to know, ask her!"
"Well, I did, and she really didn't answer me, other than a click with her tongue."
Angela laughed "Oh Eragon, sometimes you can't question everything."
Eragon turned and headed out of the shop just as he said a short goodbye.
A/n: Sorry for updating slowly, I've been rather busy.