Chapter 4:
They both looked at him, amusement flickering across there features. Eragon could only look at them in confusion, wondering why they were looking at him like he was silly.
'Eragon, it is just a little different,' Arya said, and then trailed off. She kept her attention on Nealin, and as Eragon studied her more, he noticed that she had a resemblance to Islanzadi, but as he watched her squirm, and he couldn't put his finger on it, she looked fundamentally different to the pictures he had seen of Evandar, the elven king. And as Arya looked at her boots, waiting for Eragon to find the answer, deep worry flashed across her features.
'Oh, come on!' said Nealin, as she watched Eragon,
'Who do I look like, and you know it rings a bell.' And as recognition flashed across his face, she said,
'Yes, that's right. I look just like Oromis.' Shock registered, and soon Arya stood in front of him, holding is shoulders, telling him something about not telling anyone. When Eragon finally found his words, curiosity piqued within him, and he began to quickly ask questions, leaving Arya to try to decipher the words he was saying.
'Islanzadi had a child with Oromis? When? How? Why did he never tell me about it? Why are you keeping her bonded?' and as an incoherent stream of questions flooded into his head, he froze, unable to continue. Arya smiled at him, amused by how many questions he had.
'Look, this really isn't the place to talk. Your tent is further away from the main camp, tell the guards to leave for a couple of hours. I'll make her invisible, you get her inside, and then we will talk.' Eragon nodded.
'Why aren't you coming?' he asked, she looked at him and said,
'I need to go apologize to Nasuada, I forgot about the meeting, and I must tell her that you are ok, I've been watching you trying to find me, and it has been a while.' He jumped onto Saphira, holding out both arms as Arya levitated Nealin in front of him. She quickly followed after and sat behind him, wrapping her honey colored skin around his waist.
'This will be funny, Nealin hates heights.' Arya said, smiling. He smiled, giving a laugh; Saphira looked at him, giving a wolf's grin,
I am allowed to make her scream, yes?
Of course! Eragon replied, it would not be flying without the thrills! And as Saphira winged her way towards his tent, Nealin began to scream.