"Master Paarthurnax!"
The so called master of the gray-beards lazily opened his eyes, vaguely finishing up his meditation as his student landed at the foot of the word wall, probably seeking his guidance in the way of the voice.
Hevnofokriid was one of his most promising students; but he was also very young and had much to learn. "Drem yol lok Hevnofokriid." Paarthurnax greeted the youngling who bowed his head in respect.
It was first now that he noticed that his student looked…upset. Well as upset as a dragon could be anyway. He was breathing frequently as he was trying to calm his anger and he was shuffling his feet uneasily. "What seems to be troubling you so prustiik."
The young frost dragon breathed in heavily preparing himself as well as choosing his words.
"I am not upset Master, but I do not understand why you spend so much time with the Dovahkiin! You have three students here on the mountain alone and yet you seem to only notice her when she shows up! It's unfair; she's not even a real dovah! She's a mortal with dovahro sil, a dragon's soul, she's an abomination!" Though he started out calm his voice had risen with his emotions and he was almost fuming with anger.
Paarthurnax was quiet, allowing his student to speak his mind, they knew very well that the other two dragons were listening in intensely and Paarthurnax wished for a moment he could have his quiet mountain back.
"When you look at the Dovahkiin, what do you see Hevnofokriid?" The older dovah asked holding back a sigh. The frost dragon eyed him for a second before answering without doubt. "A mortal with no respect or common sense, she has the mind of a child." He said with an undignified huff.
Paarthurnax chuckled at this. "Yes, a child indeed." Hevnofokriid groaned angrily before taking a deep breath.
"She is like you, Hevnofokriid, she is but a child in the way of the voice, immensely powerful, yes. But she still has so much she needs to learn." He reasoned and the frost dragon lowered his head as if he was thinking, the older dragon could literally see the wheels turning in his head. They heard footsteps approaching and it wasn't long till the small form of the infamous Nord woman was visible. She came to a still a few feet away from them, allowing them to finish up, but her whole demeanor told them that she demanded attention.
"Don't tell her I told you this, but she still can't construct a single sentence correctly." The older dragon whispered mockingly and laughed before trotting over to the small Nord who had started kicking the snow covered ground impatiently.
Hevnofokriid watched them for a moment, his cold eyes inspecting the Dovahkiin as he had many times before, but this time he saw something different.