Blödhthringa walked with her father, their boots crunching in the snow, her hood covering her head and a soft red scarf around her neck, mouth and nose. They reached the Gilded White Castle, and the guards nodded at her father, letting them in. They walked through the grand halls, the tall stained glass transformed the overcast light into a brilliant display, they had to be enchanted. Blödhthringa greatly admired the artwork and fairth's on the walls, she loved the style of the castle, she gave her blessing to whoever designed it. However, her thoughts of merriment were short lived as she and her father approached the the large gilded white, gold, and purple doors of the throne room. Two men in heavy white armor, drew their swords and crossed them in front of the door. "Lord Caelin and Lady Gwen approaches, My Lord!" The one on the right yelled. A voice came from within Blödhthringa didn't catch it, but obviously it was King Nilfiem allowing their entry.
The guard's kept an eye on the two of them as they passed through them and into the Throne room. The room was large and round, with white marble columns extending to the ceiling, the middle being a large white dome. Underneath said dome, was a raised dais, upon it sat the high backed white and gold throne, with a long purple carpet extending from the bottom of the dais in all directions. The one that faced the door was gilded with golden tassels. A large round table sat before the King, who rested his head on an arm. Sitting at the table was a young Elf woman, who Blödhthringa knew as Yven, the new Elf ambassador after Arya, the new Queen of the Elves. She was a tall and proud Elf woman, with long silvery hair and startling green eyes. Even though her silver hair usually would mean old age, but she was still brimming in her prime. Next to her, sat Kulvnar, a dwarf who was of the Dûrgrimst Feldûnost. He has a long trimmed black beard, steadfast grey eyes and was striking, even among human standards. Next to him were three humans, whom of which Blödhthringa always saw, but never learned their names.
However, in the center of the table, rested three ovals of differentiating colors and sizes, but her eyes were glued to them the moment she saw them. They were sitting on a bed of woven yarn. "Welcome, Blödhthringa." Said Nilfiem. He had insisted on learning how to pronounce her real name. They had met when they were younger, when Blödhthringa would accompany her father occasionally when needed. She would often have lunch with Nilfiem when their parents had meetings. It was around the time they spent together during her mother's illness that he had insisted in learning how to correctly say her name. She stopped and curtsied to him, "I am honored to be here, King Nilfhiem." She said and he nodded, obviously pleased. Her father continued walking and took his spot on the round table. "Your father has requested a favor of me, within the hour, these eggs here will be carted off to Farthen Dur, to be tried there. As your father's advice, being my senior adviser, has been most valuable, I have accepted his offer. Come, Blödhthringa Caelinsdaughter, and may we hope your destiny lies with one of the dragons in our possession."
Blödhthringa gulped and stepped forward, her father nodding encouragingly. She leaned over the table and rested her hand under the smallest of the three, a red egg with green and white veins, if she had not known better, she would have mistaken them for warm stones, but with her heightened senses she could feel the little dragon's heartbeat. She held her hand on the egg for a dozen heartbeats, before moving it to the next, a bright green egg, again, holding it there for a dozen heartbeats; and again, nothing. She then reached toward the largest of the trio, a large white egg, smooth and oval, the surface was cooler than the others, as she held her hand there, the hope that burned in her heart was snuffed out; only to be replaced by a cold pit of disappointment. Noticing her solemn expression, Nilfiem said, "Unfortunate, but perhaps you will get a chance once more eggs are ferried over by Eragon. You have my deepest apologizes." Blödhthringa nodded and closed her eyes and curtsied. She turned to leave, her footsteps slightly echoing in the large silent room. Then, the group gasped behind her, she heard the sound of something hard rolling across a smooth surface. Crack she heard loud and clear, her senses sharpened as her heart leaped into her throat. Crack She heard it again, she turned around fully, the largest of the three, the white egg, was wiggling, a large crack appeared along its surface.
Then another, and another. Blödhthringa slowly crept toward the egg, as more cracks formed and the wiggling increased, when she neared the table, the cracking and wiggling stopped.
As she stopped, the crack split into three separate sections and fell away, revealing a large yet small, white dragon. The little dragon spun around and looked up at Blödhthringa with it's bright purple eyes and made a small noise. She extended her right hand towards it, and when it nuzzled her hand, upon her palm, a blazing pain flared up her arm. She winced, but she was prepared, she knew that this would happen, she studied dragons and Dragon Riders all her life. As the pain subsided to a slow deep throbbing, the dragon made a small cooing noise and leaped from the table and onto her shoulders, she watched as it disappeared around the left side of her sight and its large head appeared on the right. It tilted it's head and cooed.
"Allow me to correct myself," said King Nilfiem, "We are pleased to make your acquaintance, Dragon Rider Blödhthringa."