Chapter 9- Eragon Does a Scarecrow Impression
CN: Warning- cringe worthy dancing ahead.
"Right so, what dance are we starting with?" asked Eragon who had no experience in the dance placings.
"Well, the ball will be a proper one, old-fashioned; a band, long dresses, slows dances and lots of food," replied Arya.
"OK, so can you teach me this 'slow dance'?"
"I think I will have to," she said sighing. "Though last time will bring back some uncomfortable moments to say the least," she muttered under her breath. Eragon frowned and I knew he had heard.
"So one, two, three, one, two, three…" Arya instructed. "One, two, three, one, two, three, one…" Eragon muttered. He had his right hand clasped in Arya's like she was about to twist his wrist off and his left arm around her waist like he was about to push her over. He found it incredibly hard to stay with Arya whilst trying to move to the steps you needed to do as well.
On his first couple of attempts she just laughed at him as his ears turned scarlet. I also had to stuff my sleeve into my mouth to keep from laughing. He looked like a scarecrow! His arms stiff and his legs out at the side like he was doing a penguin impression.
Suddenly Arya doubled over laughing. "Y,you look r,r,ridiculous." Eragon looked hurt then grinned as a thought came to him. "I'll show you ridiculous," he warned. Then he grabbed her round her stomach and swung her high in the air. Her laughter turned to screams of shock and fright whilst Eragon grinned manically. The screams turned to laughs which turned to giggles which turned to trying to get out. She beat his arms with her fists and smiled when he pulled tighter. She leaned back against him but then realised where she was. Eragon slowed in surprise as he felt her relax against him. Then, without warning, she tried furiously to get out. When she almost twisted his hands off he realised she wasn't still playing and let go. He still looked like a scarecrow I noted. She didn't look back as she stormed out of the door…