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The Dance of Daghelgr

In which I delay Thorn's approach for an entirely reasonable minute and a half. Beware, Inheritance spoilers. (Based on Inheritance p. 330)

The music soon peaked. Laughing with reckless glee, Eragon seized Ayra's hand, and twirling her around, began to dance with her. Trying to copy her frenzied footsteps, he tripped over his feet and fell down, the faelnirv making him clumsy.

"A little help?"

"Don't you know this dance?"said Ayra, looking confused, but she slowed down slightly to let him copy her. They twisted and twirled into different positions, getting slower as the music began to subside. Just before the music stopped, Ayra leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek.

The music stopped, and something seemed to shift back into Arya's focus, and she gasped.

"I thought you were Faolin..." Ayra said. Her cheeks were still pale, but her ears had turned pink, as if tinged with cold. It was the only time Eragon had ever seen her blush.

"Barzuln." she cursed, grief and longing on her face, and whether she cursed Faolin, Durza, or herself Eragon did not know.
"I'm sorry." said Eragon, giving her a hug.

A sudden itch made Eragon grab his right hand and scratch at his palm. At the same moment, he felt a twinge in the back of his mind as one of his wards flared to life, warning him of some danger.

Cold fear stabbed through Eragon.

The roar did not belong to Saphira.