On the Road

Authors note: If you look at a map of Alagaesia you won't find a place called Fiom. I just made it up.

Eragon frowned as he and Arya rode on through the wilderness. He missed Saphira. Not ten minutes after his leaving their connection was all

but gone. Now again he had the horrible loneliness to deal with. He was comforted however by the presence of Arya. The elf had her face

pointed away from Eragon. From her body language he guessed she was remembering having him holding her in his arms and struggling to

resist showing further affection for him. He understood why. We are on a long trek that may bring us a new dragon and rider. He understood then

why she did not want for them to show more affection for each other and instead focus on getting to Fiom. Even knowing that he wanted to

kiss her again. Her mouth on his tasted like he was eating honey. And so he began to use one of the methods for focusing that Oromis had

taught him. For hours they rode. Three hours rolled by with not a sound but the horses trotting. Then Eragon felt Arya's mind brush his. He put

down every barrier he had become used to always keeping up. Like cool river water on a hot day Arya came into his mind. For a brief moment

Eragon thought she had done it so that they could touch each other at least mentally if not physically. But then she spook. There is a city that

we approach. Melian is its name. I am tired and I can tell that you are tired also. Let us stop there tonight. Eragon looked forward over the tops of

trees. There on the north side of the large cluster of trees were lanterns every five or ten feet.

Alright, we'll stay there. He had expected Arya to withdraw from his mind. Instead she hesitated. Eragon would you mind if I say inside your mind

for now? I miss your touch and this is almost the same as that. May I stay in you until we reach the city and rent a room where we may touch

physically? Eragon almost laughed that she thought such a question was necessary. Of course you may, pömnuria nuanen Arya. My Beautiful

Arya. They reached the city in less than five minutes. They made the horses go as fast as possible until the last mile. There they slowed them.

Both he and Arya uttered the spell to turn their faces and bodies to match those of ordinary humans. They approached the gate to find a single

man guarding it. He looked up at them as the approached. "Yeah? What you want?" Arya pushed her stead forward. "We would like to get in."

The guard muttered something. "Fine. Whatever." He waved his hand towards the top of the gate. Two men started to pull the gates apart.

Eragon and Arya slipped in. Before he went all the way through he looked back at the guard. "Also where might we find a place to rent a

room?" The guard waved his hand. "Probably the Mentalis Inn. Down the three blocks and it's the third house on the right." Then Eragon went

forward. The house, or mansion, was set aside from the other buildings. A stable with a dozen or so horses were standing in. The mansion

itself was six stores high. Enough, Eragon thought, to house several hundred soldiers. They talked to the owner and found that there was a

small room available for just 5 crowns.

They room was quickly rented and Eragon and Arya quickly made there way to it. Arya was still in Eragon's mind and he could feel her

eagerness to have him kiss her again. The anticipation was so great that Arya once tripped will she was going up a set of stares. Eragon had

never seen on elf do anything clumsy. When they finally got to their room Arya turned around and looked at him as he fumbled with the iron key

given to him to lock and unlock the door. He finally got it open and the two slipped inside. As soon as Eragon had the door shut Arya spun him

around and kissed him. Five minutes later she broke the contact. Pushing him with supernatural force she shoved onto the bed. Then she got

on top of him and started to kiss him again. The next few hours were a haze to Eragon. It was as if he had been magically transported back to

the Blood-Oath Celebration when he had drifted in and out of awareness. In that time Arya's mind was so deeply into him that he was unsure

which one was his and which one was hers. He remembered brief pain and more over something he could identify as pleasure. It was strange.

He felt it but it was like watching someone else had it. He awoke the next morning he awoke with Arya lying on his chest asleep as well. He

slightly tapped her. Her emerald eyes flashed open. And then she looked at Eragon and smiled. "Good morning." He smiled back, happy that

she was happy. "Good morning, Arya." And then she sat up and Eragon gasped. The elf was almost naked. All she wore was a pair of fabric

panties around her ankles. When his astonishment came to Arya's attention she looked behind her to her ankles. She slightly laughed. "You

must have forgotten that when you were undressing me last night."

Eragon's mouth fell open. Not only was the only woman that he wished to be with almost naked on his chest but he had been the one to make

her naked and he didn't even remember it! She noticed him then. She put a hand on his forehead. "Do you remember anything of last night?"

He shock his head. "I thought not. Well then I will have to refresh your memory." She placed a hand on his head and a flood of images flowed

into him. He smiled to himself. "All that happened?" She nodded her head with happiness. "It did." Then she smiled even more. "What's more if

I have my way it will not be the last time it happens." Eragon's face went hot as blood rushed to it. Then they got dressed. Eragon watching

Arya the whole time for a spell that allowed him to see behind himself and thus watch her as she dressed, disappointed that he had not been

in his right mind when he had apparently taken off all her cloths. They went out to their horses and repeated their previous day's journey. Only

this time they stayed inside each other's minds talking, engaging in affection for each other, but most if all and to Eragon's utter delight Arya

agreed to play back everything of the previous night and for hours they did that over and over.