#mic chat

(Because I sure do!)

Eragon: OH SHIT, SAPHIRA, WAKE UP, WE'RE LATE FOR LESSONS WITH OROMIS AND GLAEDR!

Saphira: ...Eragon it's been 9 years since we had lessons with them. Go back to sleep. *Settles into dragon bed more comfortably*

Eragon: Oh. Oh, okay. Whew. Thanks. *Rolls back over*

Arya: *deadpan, half reading a scouting report* Could be taller.

Eragon: ??? Howwwwww, you’re already just…SO tall.

Arya: *slowly turns page* Could be doing a handstand.

Eragon: ………*dial up tone, doing the big maths, seeing the universe*

Eragon: Whoa.

Eragon: You’re right.

Eragon: Mind. Blown.

Nasuada: Did you have Elva quiet your memories too?

Arya: No.

Nasuada: Huh.

Arya: ?

Nasuada: I…assumed you had. After you and Glen returned from guarding Eragon and Saphira during their initial training in Ellesméra you seemed no different from how you were before it all. Very well adjusted.

Arya: *stares*

Nasuada: ……

Arya:……

Arya: *bursts out laughing and has to sit down on the floor for a full two minutes because it WILL NOT stop*

Nasuada: Are you well???

Arya: *wheeeeEEZE* oh you sweet summer child, Nasuada I was a fucking WRECK for most of the rest of the war!

Arya: Wrong doesn’t even scratch the surface of how opposite to ‘well adjusted’ I was!

Eragon and Co. are at a war council meeting that has devolved into bickering between Orrin, the Council of Elders and Nasuada. Eragon, Brom and Arya are staying out of it as they’re considered just ‘other’ enough to know not to get tangled in ‘purely Varden trivial affairs’ so they don’t inadvertently undermine Nasuada.

Eragon: *mentally to Brom and Saphira* any way Saphira and I can get out of this? We haven’t had to speak up for an hour now.

Brom: Unfortunately, no.

Saphira: *straight up taking a half-awake doze* give it another half hour and I’ll scare them off.

Eragon: much appreciated.

Arya: *doodling in note margins stick figures with swords and angy faces because why not and apparently not paying any attention*

Eragon: sooooo…what now.

Brom: we still sit here quietly and wait.

Brom: *reaches into an interior chest pocket of his armored coat and pulls something out*

Brom: *very quietly whispers out loud to Eragon* Pocket Chocolate?

Eragon: beg pardon?

Brom: Pocket Chocolate.

Arya: *doesn’t look up, extends hand, palm up, behind Eragon’s shoulders and is rewarded with a piece of chocolate*

Eragon: …isn’t it melted?

Brom: Pocket Chocolate never melts. Tropic stable.

Eragon: …………

Eragon: yes, please.

Eragon: *looks up when he realizes it’s quiet in the tent*

Nasuada: …really?

Brom: I have plenty to share, ma’am.

(It's directly after the Lords of House have abruptly informed Arya and Glen that, Surprise! Arya is the queen for now. And she needs to get to that meeting with everyone else to declare Nasuada queen. Like, NOW. Except she's tired, and sore and just...oh wait they were passing out fortified nectar earlier...)