Chapter 9
A few days after my meeting with Eragon, Elva informs me of a bigger meeting which is to be held in an hour or so in the conference hall to which I was invited.
Whilst waiting, I begin to get impatient. There is scarcely anything entertaining to do. Usually, I enjoy painting when I'm bored, however, I have a feeling that acrylic paints haven't been developed in this new world. Reaching into my back pocket, I extract my phone then, frustrated, throw it across the room after staring at the blank screen for a few seconds. It had run out of power earlier today and before that, there wasn't a signal.
After a while of staring at the wall opposite me in silence, Elva walks in and begins to speak, her deep adult voice more apparent than before; when she found out that I knew her name she dropped her pretenses. The funny thing is, there really is no reason for her to hide her true identity – I had pondered the matter for ages but found no possible reason. It's rather mind-boggling.
"I did not realise that walls are that interesting,"she says, leaning against the door frame. "If you're looking for something to do, your best option is to go outside."
Well, I guess that makes more sense than sitting here. Anyway, I still want to see that garden again, so, trying to push back my hair (which is always messy) I get up and politely ask Elva to show me the way outside.
A/N: This was really short..yesterday I was really busy. Thanks for reading ;)