Yes, going with Eragon would be a risky move, so far as altering the events to come in Alagaesia. However, Drak was now an egg, and if he wasn't kept warm, Gilja knew that he might not survive. Compared to Drak's safety, everything else was moot.
Gilja were still a bit offset with the loss of his vestigial wings, he... no... Giljaras had grown used to their weight and counterbalance. That and the fact you were now a high school aged girl really didn't help things. Then again, perhaps it was best that she had not come with her wings attached, as otherwise the local inhabitants would ask uncomfortable questions.
"I'll come with you Eragon, thank you so much for the offer. I would welcome a warm place to stay and hot food," said Gilja, gathering up her sling and slipping the thin knife into the sheath at her hip. She had a small pack, but for the moment, she was content to cradle Drak's egg in her arms.
Eragon nodded, though she noticed with some interest that he seemed to be determined to avert his eyes from her body, as he started walking down the trail, and she followed. You couldn't help but feel a smile creep onto your lips Is this how women play with guys?
As soon as that thought shot across your mind, she stopped walking and shook her head. Dammit, what the hell is wrong with me?!
"Um, is everything ok?" You heard Eragon ask. You looked up to see him looking at you, that blush back into his cheeks. Seeing that suddenly made you defensive.
"I'm fine, now can we keep going! Its cold out here!" she demanded with a stomp of her foot. Eragon suddenly looked down, his cheeks now red with embarrassment.
"Aye. Thankfully, we're not that far anyways" he muttered, and started to walk again, and she fell in behind him. She was thankful that Eragon led the way, for he seemed to know every little nook and cranny of the rugged terrain. Every once and a while, Eragon had to help her navigate a particularly difficult stretch of terrain, holding her arm to keep her steady or leading her by the hand. Gilja tried not to blush, but more than that she was thankful, because Eragon was honestly quite kind.
She began thinking of ways that she would earn her keep in a peasant village. As hard as her... or rather Giljaras' upbringing had been, he had still been raised in a modern, industrialized society, and had little idea of the trials and tribulations of a medieval village, other than in books. Well, she knew how to cook decently enough, and clean, which was all women were good for in traditional medieval society.
Well, she'd think about what to do once she got to the village.
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