*Takes place after another event i created where the dragonborn has a fight with Delphine because the dragonborn refuses to kill Paarthurnax*

"Normal talk"

"Talking in Dovahzul"

"Shouts"

The trail up the throat of the world was harder than usual, maybe it was because the snowstorm had picked up in strength but it could also be because of the multiple cuts and injures. The dragonborn was bleeding but smiling proudly, nothing made her heart pound faster than a good fight, and what a fight!

Her blood was still boiling under her skin after her argument with Delphine. It had been ugly this time, they had argued about Paarthurnax. The dragonborn had long ago been asked to kill the old dragon for his betrayal, but she had refused right away, without hesitation.

After that Delphine had made it clear that she was not welcome at the Blades headquarter. Not that the dragonborn had stayed away, no she had gone there on several occasions to either talk with Esbern or the people she had recruited, all who had been overjoyed to see her. The venomous frown on Delphine's face when she saw her had been a pleasant bonus though.

The dragonborn already had a strained relationship with the Breton and everyone knew that one or the other would snap at one point. It had especially gotten worse after begin asked to kill Paarthurnax who was her mentor in the Way of the Voice and one of her best friends. Esbern had been the smartest of all of them, as always, and broke them up before they could take a swing at each other.

That was until the blond wench had opened her mouth and insulted Paarthurnax and every other dragon in such a foul way that it could not be ignored.

The Dovahkiin had snapped around with fire blazing in her eyes, like that she had lounged at Delphine and started the fight. Delphine had defended herself skillfully but she never stood a chance against the dragonborn. She never had and never would.

The Nord woman took the last step up the trail and was greeted by her mentor looking down at her from his wall. Only a couple of his students were present on top of the mountain today but they seemed to pay her no mind. "Dre yol lok, Dovahkiin." He said as he breathed in her scent and looked her over.

"You are bleeding." The old dragon stated calmly in Dovahzul, the Dovahkiin had learned enough to know how to hold a conversation with a dragon and Paarthurnax had decided that she would learn faster if he just talked with her in dovahzul, only. She sat down near him as a grin grew upon her face. "If you think I look bad, you should have seen Delphine." She laughed before finding a red potion from her bag. She quickly downed the red liquid as she thought back to how she had flung Delphine into the hard stonewall and then proceeded to break her collarbone. Something in her had roared in delight as the Breton had trashed on the ground in pain. Delphine was still alive, unfortunately, but she had been confined to bedrest after the fight. Esbern had been very disappointed in both of them and had not made any effort to hide it.

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes as she somehow came to the silent conclusion that meditation would be good right about now. But the dragonborn couldn't focus.

"Dovahkiin you are upset." He said with a sigh.

"I am not upset, I am angry. There's a difference Paarthurnax."

The wind howled fiercely but no one cared. Carefully Paarthurnax crawled down from his wall and sat next to her, carefully curling his tail around her to shield her from the harsh wind. "Care to tell me what it was about? I don't think the graybeards would appreciate it if you've killed her." He said calmly as he poked at a not-yet-closed wound before swiping his tongue over it to clean it.

The Nord would have none of that though and quickly swatted him away from her injures. She then replied with a chuckle. "Oh don't worry; the wench is very much alive."

"Language." Paarthurnax said with a frown, making the dragonborn lose her smile. "What do you care, it's not like she deserves better the way she's treating anyone." She defended and the dragon knew she was right.

They were both quiet again as the potion started to work. The dragon tried to clean her wounds again, and this time the dragonborn groaned but let him. The Nord woman knew that Paarthurnax agreed with her, Delphine was a horrible person and none of them would miss her at her passing. "Well, to answer your question, she was sort of insulting you and Odahviing and pretty much everyone…again." The dragonborn said with a sigh of frustration.

She was always a little embarrassed over that she could lose her temper over such a petty thing. Paarthurnax grunted in disapproval. "I don't know why it makes me so angry, it just does. She should know her place." The dragonborn shot up and shouted the last part venomously. At this Paarthurnax chuckled, the Nord woman did still have the soul and temper of a dragon and she would be a dangerous foe for anyone.

But he saw this for what it was, the loyalty of the mortal mixed with the dragons nature to dominate.

"Dovahkiin, you'll need to control your temper." He said still chuckling as the woman sat down in the snow again with an undignified huff mumbling small curses under her breath.

"I'm just saying… Delphine always acts like she's the grandmaster of the Blades, but they deserve better than her. She can't forget the past and so she doesn't know how to forgive, Esbern too." The dragonborn spat.

"Esbern is a very smart man, there's no doubt about that. But it baffles me how someone that clever can agree with something so ridiculous!" She said and Paarthurnax ran his tongue over another wound making her hiss in pain. "Watch is Paarthurnax." She sneered but the dragon ignored it, knowing that she wouldn't do anything about it. To say that the other dragons didn't pay them no mind anymore would be a lie, for the few who were present watched the strange display of affection with either interest or disgust.

"Is that so? And why do you think he does that?" the dragon asked out of interest or maybe he just wanted to make her think about it, she could never quite tell.

"Because Delphine says it's how it is and he's too big of a wuss to stand up to her." The answer came without hesitation and someone snickered behind them. The dragonborn partly wanted to tell them to stop snooping and listening in and partly wanted to invite them closer. She did neither.

Paarthurnax too chuckled and stopped cleaning her wounds in favor of just curling around her. The dragonborn sighed in content as he did. The cold made her blood roar but she still needed warmth and she was lucky that Paarthurnax understood that.

"Sometimes it's better to follow than to lead, Dovahkiin." Paarthurnax answered and the dragonborn literally growled. "Could you be much calmer about this?! Is there really nothing about the Blades that can get a rise out of you? Paarthurnax, this is important!" She hadn't foreseen Paarthurnax's calmness ever getting on her nerves but, of by Talos it did right now.

"Even when they asked me to kill you, you didn't get angry…" She mumbled, trying to reel in her anger and breath. Paarthurnax watched her closely, not giving any indications of his own emotions. "Dovahkiin, I understand why you are upset. When you came to me that faithful day and, instead of killing me, told me of the Blade's plans for me, I was indeed very upset. Upset that they still saw me that way but I also understood them. I as a Dov would not trust another Dov and like that I understood their distrust in me. But even more, I was also very proud of you, for choosing your own path and not letting them tell you how to think. You have the soul of a Dovah and can both think for yourself and fight for it." Paarthurnax looked out over the mountain but the snow was covering up the land around them and covered them in a white blanket. The Dragonborn lowered her head as she listened and moved closer to the elder dragon, so she was leaning against his neck and shoulders, having the top of his wing joint protect her from the snow and wind.

"The Blades are important for you as they are supposed to be yours and as you have rebuilt it. You have good reason to be upset, but you must control your anger." He finished and breathed on the ground around them to melt the snow slightly. The Nord woman gathered her legs under her and sighed in annoyance. She was still angry but speaking with her mentor was starting to help.

"The Blades are not meant to be used as a force to fulfill someone's plans for vengeance. It's a force supposed to help the dragonborn protect Skyrim against its foes." She said in a small voice as she thought. Why did it have to be so hard doing the right thing? She wasn't saying that dragon's wasn't a threat, but there were dragons who were more or less peaceful and she did not see why they had to start eliminating all dragons if they weren't causing problems. And it was also like Delphine and Esbern had forgotten that there were indeed other threats as well. The Thalmor was also a growing problem but there was hardly any focus on them.

The Dragonborn sighed in defeat, deciding to think about it later. She curled up next to the dragon, suddenly feeling very tired. "I'll deal with them at some point; I will not allow Delphine to remain Grandmaster of the order."

Paarthurnax hummed as he laid his head down and laid his wing over the dragonborn. It wasn't often they allowed each other comfort like this. The Nord woman ran a hand up and down the dragon's neck as thoughts continued to assault her even though she had decided not to think about it.

"I trust you."

Wow, i really hope you enjoyed that because the inspiration for writing it came and went faster than you can way "Dovahkiin!" I apologies if it seems like the dragonborn changes her mind/emotions rather fast but I think that this is a discussion which would get to the dragonborn and make them question a lot of things.