The next morning Cailin followed Arya toward where Oromis and Eragon were training. Along the way, Arya asked Cailin about the voice she was hearing and if she managed to learn her dragon's name yet.
"Yes, I have learned his name, it's Muirgrid."
"That's an interesting name."
"Yes, it has nice ring to it, don't you think?"
Arya only chuckled. Soon they were at the clearing where Eragon and Oromis trained. Soon she was instructed and did the exercises with them. However, they never used or practiced magic in her presence. Cailin wanted to learn about it but realized it was impolite and that she should trust the Riders. At midday, Arya took Cailin to the training ground for swordsmanship. Muirgrid steadily grew. After a few months, he was able to train with Saphira and Glaedr. Although he was clumsy, he quickly adapted to all he learned.
Everyday Cailin and Muirgrid were tested on what each other learned. At first they were puzzled, and then learned to open up their minds to each other during their lessons. Cailin meditated with Eragon with the animals and Muirgrid learned about air drafts and which winds were the best for flying. Of course, they were not as experienced as Eragon and Saphira, and definitely not as experienced as Oromis and Glaedr, but they steadily adjusted and looked forward to flying over to the clearing where they trained. But Arya always came back at midday to take Cailin back to the swordsmanship training grounds, but Muirgrid did not have to go since, being a dragon, he could already use magic.
It had almost been two years and the voice had not appeared. Cailin felt safe, and Muirgrid felt relieved. Then, when they thought their troubles were over, guess who came back.