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Arya Drottningu indie arya from the inheritance cycle tag: svitkcna sideblog to: motherofasgard

[orothrimism-blog]

                                                                                   Elven ears flushed red upon hearing the appealing bell-like laughter emitting from the Queen. He really should have kept that thought in the dark, but his mind was sometimes impulsive. How embarrassing was this?! Though her laugh had given away her position. Where Eragon was sometimes reckless and impulsive, Arya was the opposite. Lips curled into a wry grin. 

                                        ( it’s not funny! you weren’t– )

                                   Flustered were his thoughts now as he looked upon the ground. No more did he get mad at something like someone laughing at him, he had sense to laugh with. He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at seeing her amused. Hearing her laugh he did picture her smiling that never did fail to brighten his mood. 

                                        Eragon did have much to learn…when it came to Arya. He may see her, but there were will still things he didn’t know about her nor was he so disrespectful as to just outright ask. She’d tell him when she saw fit. His mind went back to the story at hand, the grin never fading from his face. The Rider rolled his eyes at sensing her amusement and went on with his tale. 

    ( well if not for Saphira, i would have been the giant slugs meal! turns out he ended up as ours. )

                                                       Much closer this time, the dance was coming to an end. His smile seemed to widen, brightening his alabaster fair skin. Eragon then turned, circling the tree he had his back to and it was wide enough to hide at least two people for it was not like any other. He could feel the magic flowing within it as well as the very earth he walked on. Magic was everywhere as Oromis taught him.

                                                    The sound of her voice ringing from behind stopped him in his tracks. Her thought had made him softly laugh. Turning around his eyes instantly made contact with hers. He feigned a hurt expression for a few seconds at her comment, walking closer. 

                                ‘ i see where your loyalties lay, my Lady, ’ came his teasing choice of words. He didn’t deny it though for he knew Saphira much wiser than he. Arya just the same as well. As he looked upon the Queen, she never did cease to amaze him. 

                           Smile upon his face did he bow to her; fingertips pressed to his lips before twirling his wrist to touch his sternum. Eragon was still aware he was talking not just to a very close friend, but to the Queen herself.

[svitkcna]

                             “A wise choice on my part if I do say.”

            Nor would it be the first time the Queen had sided with             the dragon over him. And she doubted it would be the last.             It was a smile, one that he could now see that curved the              edges of her lips. She gave a slight dip of her head before             she copies his motion, fingertips to her lips before a twirl              of her wrist to her sternum. 

           Friend or not, he was still someone to be respected. He was             still a Dragon Rider, Shur'tugal, a grand title all on it’s own. No            matter if it was a title they now shared. 

                            “But it is always a relief to see you                              return in one piece.” 

          And though she was glad to see him, there was a small voice            in the back of her mind that asked the question of why he was           here. He was gone for months without a word, only to show up           again. If she were anyone else, if he was not the dear friend that            he was, some might find it odd. 

          And she knew she couldn’t hold her tongue on the matter forever.           But she could at least ignore it for the time being. “You must be           tired,” she replied. She may have been a Queen, but she also            played the role of hostess. And he an honored guest. “Allow me to           at least offer food and rest,” with him she was never sure if he            would accept. 

          She took a step forward, closing some of the distance. “Unless of           course you have business here other than seeking out my company?”           She rose a fine brow as she looked to him.

                              { You have been missed Eragon. }

         Words thought rather than spoken, accompanied with the fondness          that words spoken could never get just right. 

[orothrimism-blog]

                     Curiosity flowed through his mind like a whisper on the wind. It was not his own for once. All the same it made his grin grow just a tad bit more. Sharing stories, guess one could say he’s also inherited that from Brom. How he put life into telling them and no matter how many times he’s told them, they never seem to get old. Eragon didn’t always keep track of the glory names given to him, maybe once in a blue moon, but as of right now, not so much. 

                                    ( Yes. A ridiculous one at that. )

                              He seemed to roll his dark brown eyes upon the memory, but he felt happy all the same anyhow. Graceful ad lithe were his movements so much so that he sub-consciously matched Arya’s. It felt more of a dance of sorts that seeking the other out. He may not see her, but he could feel. Eragon relied most on his senses than his eyes. 

                                       How far Arya had come to get to where she is at now…he admired that. She was fierce, intimidating, even some parts of her he was jealous of truth be told! Some parts of her he wished he had, but he was just himself. Though the title of Queen would be ill fitting for him. Feelings had poured out through his thoughts as well as an accidental picture of him in elven dresswear. That wasn’t supposed to happen–

                           ( certainly not that one–Vanquisher of Snails it is )

          The closer he felt to her, right now, the more he knew he was coming close to finding her. How his heart began to ache now, impatience boiling to the surface until he tampered it down. Eragon had truly missed her a great deal, like one missed their home. The question caught him and he laughed both out loud and within his thoughts. His laughter bounding from tree to tree, like music. 

( you know what Saphira tells others. trouble always finds me wherever i am. i ran into it by chance and who would have thought more creatures the size of Saphira’s, almost her size, existed there! i dare not say what it tasted like though- - )

                       Sometimes he found trouble, other times it found him.

Closer. 

              Closer. 

                   Fingers brushed against the trunk of a tree before placing his back to it, eye drifting up to the colorful leaves above and ones raining down. 

[svitkcna]

                He was always one step behind her. Though she felt it,                 a draw as he grew ever closer, but she was still just out                 of his sight. But not of her’s. She was pleased to see he                 was still in one piece. They both knew she had seen him                 in worse shape. And though she would keep it to herself,                 she did worry for him. She knew him well enough that he                 tended to leap first and think later.  

                But she perhaps gave away her position, as laughter tumbled                 from her lips, echoing the space around her. Brought on both                 by title, and image he perhaps had not meant to show her,                 and yet had all the same.

                                        He still had much to learn.  

               Though these creatures he spoke of certainly were of great                  interest to her. She had never heard of such things, and                  though perhaps frightening still all the more curious.

                                  { How ever did you defeat them? }

                Thoughts still rang with amusement, a smile still etched                 upon fair elven features. She drew closer to him, still clocked                 in shadows. Fingers brushing against the hardened wood of a                 tree that granted her her cover.

                He was always full of such life, she almost envied him for it,                 for it was something she lacked. To be able to leap into the                 unknown. Not even in more of her youth has she ever had                 such excitement for it. Even if it did get him into trouble.

                             { And you really ought to listen to her. }

              She finally moved from her place of hiding, his back to               her. Finally falling to spoken words as a warm smile pulled               the corners of her lips. 

                            “She is a great deal smarter than you are,                                                              more often than not.”

[orothrimism-blog]

as you command wish

[svitkcna]

              oh honestly 

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                                                        Eragon was not as eager as he used to be, but he had missed her entirely so. Being on an island for months, this place felt like home. Finding out his True Name had grounded him an entire lot before he took his leave of Alagaesia. War he had seen with death at it’s heels, bodies had he seen covered in blood. There was no taking that from his mind for it would live on in his mind forever. He knew the death of her mother still saddened her and there was no healing that.

                            He knew how she felt for she was with him when his father had passed away in his arms. The elf shoved that in the back of his mind, clearing it as a small grin stretched his lips. Arya would make an exceptional Queen as she did an amazing warrior. 

                                                           To fight by her side was an honor and it humbled Eragon back when fighting against the Shade at Uru’baen. He would not ask another to have his back than Arya, Murtagh coming in second and Roran…not at all now that he had a family. 

                                A soft chuckle left his mouth as he heard her thoughts within his own mind, like a brush of fingertips against a velvet surface. Refreshing, actually. The feeling of amusement flickered with the depths of his mind, being sent to her as he showed her the giant slug he had conquered back on Vroeguard. 

                         ( it can, yes. seems like i have a new title now. )

                                 As he conversed mentally with the Queen, he began walking, searching for her whereabouts. No more did he get frustrated with her riddles, with her way of thinking for he saw her as who she truly is. A calm demeanor was what he put up now. 

                          Hand pushed aside leaves, feet silently moving on their own. Eragon didn’t need to think to find Arya for he felt it within the marrow of his bones. The closer he felt he were getting, the more his heart pounded. The more that invisible red string pulled him.

[svitkcna]

             There had once been a time she kept many secrets from                him, but no longer. He had proved himself a very dear                friend. He had saved her life on more than one occasion               and she him. There was something to be said in that. 

              She rose a curious brow, letting that feeling flow to him                An endless list of titles he now held, it was a wonder how                he kept track of them all. 

                                             { Is that so? }

              She moved from her place, not so far as he could not find               her but just enough to make it more a challenge. Light footed               she moved herself like a shadow, when she wished to not be               seen. But she ever so liked to tease him. Her way of showing               fondness to him.

              He had grown a great deal, no longer the love struck boy that               had always been obvious to her. But now he was everything and               more she had seen in him. She was proud, truth be told, to see               how far he had come. 

                                { And what new title might this be? }

             He was closer now, she could feel his presence even if she could              not see him. And she had missed him. As all did when parted from              a dear friend for a long stretch of time. Even in her years.

                             { And however did you come by it? }

             She was intrigued to hear his tale, as she always was. He always found               himself on some grand adventure. Or maybe he was just the kind to seek              them out, rather than wait for them to find him. Yet another quality she               admired when it was not finding him in trouble. 

[orothrimism-blog]

would u like a fairth, fair lady?

[svitkcna]

               Don’t push your luck.

[orothrimism-blog]

@svitkcna

                                                       Wind humming against the Rider’s face as his dragon took to flight. There was a joy surrounding his heart for he felt as if he were at home, yet he could not stay for long for Vroenguard still called to him. This visit was a surprise. 

                                                                Eldunari held within the pouch around his waist did Eragon make his way into Du Weldenvarden. He was not here to just see Arya or her Dragon, but to see if the dragon egg he had left here had hatched for another elf. Antsy was he who felt it in his bones. A dark day was going to come. He could not ignore it…

                              Hand pressed firmly against the entrance walls did he gain access into Ellesmera. How many times had he walked among this place and not had his breath taken away? Brown eyes lit with a most joyous expression, heart pounding in accordance to the small elf children singing. Truly, it moved his heart like no other. Such was the beauty of his place that it made his eyes water. Her was the place where his master had taught him, Oromis.

                                     Here was the place he had…felt for Arya when being just a newborn in new flesh. Now, every little detail was shown to him. As he made his way further, elves bowed upon his return even if it was a short one, with whispers of Argetlem upon their lips. 

                             He bowed in the elven nature; two fingers pressed to his lips with a twirl of his wrist to his sternum. After his bow, he conversed with Vanir, the elf that had trained him with his steel back when he was human and elfling. 

                                  Eragon showed no disrespect, but he really wanted to see how Arya was faring. As if a red string were trying to pull him towards where she was but it would be unseemly to walk up to a Queen in such a manner. No more was he a boy, but a man grown. 

                                               Finding his True Name, he found himself. Almond shaped eyes darted around after his chatter was done with the sword master, looking for Arya…he opened his mind for her, letting his walls down for her to notice that he was here. 

                                     ( Are you faring well, my Queen? )

[svitkcna]

             She knew he was there long before he opened his mind to               her, but she merely waited. He was still far to eager, though              not so much in a boyish fashion as he had been when she had              first met him.

            Though the reason for this visit did come as a somewhat surprise.              Or at least she had gotten word of his coming arrival, not that she              would deny him. He was of course honored friend. 

            A smile, one he could not see curved the edges of his lips. Yes             a man now but still full of the boyish energy and eagerness, perhaps             it was a good thing. Though it was not something high on the              list for ruling. A queen she now was, like her mother. Still a bit              strange, for so long having been a princess only now to be called             queen, it certainly needed to get used to. 

            Not that she would question the decision of her people. She had             proved herself a warrior and now a rider, but to prove herself a             queen..perhaps they had more faith in her than she did herself.             Not that such thoughts would be shared with anyone else save             Fírnen. Though she really didn’t count him. 

            But rather than going to seek out she decided to have him find             her, the former being much too easy and she ever so much             enjoyed challenging him.

                                             { I do }

            As if there was any reason she should not. Though her heart             ached still from the loss of her mother, there was more sun to              bask in than shadows. 

                             { Can the same be said for you? }

[orothrimism-blog]

when an arya shows up then u start questioning ur life again

[svitkcna]

                damn straight 

[johnnyjaqobis]

We have female commanders in the Elvin army, and women on the High Council. It’s time the Four Lands had a female Chosen.

[johnnyjaqobis]

Headstrong, but selfless… and very brave.