Blödhthringa walked through Ellesmera and to a lone meadow where she beheld a large gleaming, sleeping, forest green, dragon. His scales glittered a million different shades of green, but they blended so well together it could only be described as one constant, blending, shade of green; however the tips of his paws and tail was white.
His massive body rose and fell as he breathed, then Blödhthringa spotted her, the regal queen of the elves, Arya. She knelt in the meadow, a slim forest green dress with royal red strips flowing from under her arms and down to the ends of her dress, her sleeves ended just above her elbows, her perfect skin tone included her arms. The soft sunlight and the magic flowing through the area, a dragon laying down sleeping peacefully, the scene was so calming Blödhthringa's excitement had died down. Arya was busy planting flowers, odd flowers of different sizes, shapes, and vibrant colors, all beautiful in their own way.
"Queen Arya." Said Scarlet, who had an odd tinge to her voice, obviously also affected by the sight. Her head looked up swiftly, she then set the flower she was going to plant, back in the small clay pot and stood, brushed off the dirt of her dress and smiled. "Welcome, Blödhthringa." She said, her voice smooth and flowing, but confident, she was everything she could have hoped for. "Thank you for having me, My Queen." Arya answered with a nod, "Where is your dragon?" Blödhthringa looked up and Bleithr swooped low and flew overhead and went back into the sky. Queen Arya smiled at her. "What is her name?" She asked, "Bleithr." Queen Arya smiled, "wonderful name."
Bleither landed a short moment later, behind Queen Arya in the meadow and sniffed some flowers. The aroma is quite nice. She said to everyone. The large green dragon stirred, lifted his head, and snorted, a blast of warm air flew over the meadow. Allow me to welcome you personally, Bleithr. My name is Fírnen. Blödhthringa bowed to him. "Pleasure to meet you, Fírnen." Bleithr crawled over to Fírnen slowly and sniffed him, he watched her tentatively. You have the most beautiful paws. She pointed out, the tips of his paws were white. Everyone smiled at that, even in the face of someone as powerful and brilliant as Fírnen, Bleither was confident in herself.
"We are to teach you the basics," Said Queen Arya, breaking their brief moment. "Fírnen with Bleithr and me with you. During the time you are under our wing-" -You may only refer to us as Master- "not as queen-" Or dragon- "but master, are we clear?" Blödhthringa nodded. "Yes, Master." Arya nodded. "Since we are not in any rush, we will have you put to a slow pace, then move accordingly, tailored to you, test you where you shine, and boost you where you fail. The first step is already complete to my liking, you two are already close despite the short time you've had together. Continue familiarizing yourselves with each other, but for the second lesson, it will begin right now."
Blödhthringa rose an eyebrow and Queen Arya said, "I want you both to," She said pulling out a folded sheet of paper from the folds of her dress, "to weave spells for these specific tests, don't actually cast the spells, but let me and Fírnen hear what you come up with."
The list of spells were odd and ranged from peeling a potato to changing the pigment of moss, varying in complication of the task. The first dozen were easy for Bleithr and Blödhthringa, but eventually their progress slowed, then, on the third list, she was forced to stop. "Not bad." Queen Arya said as Blödhthringa handed her back the paper. "I've pretty much got a full spectrum of your knowledge of the Ancient Language. Bleithr got her knowledge from you, correct?" Blödhthringa nodded. "Good. Then, while you read up on the Ancient Language-" I will instruct Bleithr in the art of breathing fire.
As Fírnen said that, Bleithr's mind was enveloped with a fervor, one of excitement, she was eager to learn. Blödhthringa turned to leave, but then paused and looked back, "Fírnen," He turned his head and looked at her with a large amber eye. "Bleithr doesn't always answer or reply, and when she does she often uses feelings and smells to communicate, only using her voice when she wants to. I thought you'd want to know." Fírnen dipped his head slowly in a nod and Blödhthringa bowed to him and Queen Arya again and left with Scarlet. Scarlet lead her through the grand hall to a massive library, she lead her up a small set of stairs and motion with a finger to a large section below the large colored window. "The books you'll find there are on the ancient language." Scarlet walked over to it with Blödhthringa and picked out a total of 6 books and handed them to Blödhthringa, "You will want to read these first, follow me." Blödhthringa continued to follow Scarlet, leading her to a small office, she opened a drawer in the desk and grabbed a bunch of rolled up paper, an ink well, and a feathered pen. "As you read, copy each letter and pronounce each sound until you are overly familiar with it. Do this on your off time when you are not in training." Blödhthringa nodded. They stopped by large steep stairs, a structure far above them. "This is where you and Bleithr will be staying while you are training here. It is usually reserved for the Head Dragon Rider, a title currently held by Eragon Shadeslayer, but... He isn't here to take up residence. However, he and Saphira stayed her when they trained under Oromis and Gleadr." Blödhthringa look up the winding stair case.
She's read about it. "Thank you Scarlet." She dipped her head in a nod. "Just doing my duty." She went up and to the third level, reading the books Scarlet gave her, when she felt Bleithr's mind. Finished with your training? Bleithr sent her feelings of exhaustion and accomplishment. I've learned to breath fire, not through my mouth, but my nose, I will master this. Blödhthringa sent her a mental nod, she heard a thud and a bunch of noise below her as Bleithr landed through the thin membrane made for a dragon. Where are you? Asked Bleithr, Up in the study, I'll be right down. Blödhthringa piled up her books and scrolls, along with her ink well and pen, and brought them down. Bleithr's tongue flickered out of her mouth, tasting the air. The ink is very strong. Blödhthringa nodded, but set up on a desk instead of up in the study, due to her wanting to be with Bleithr. Bleithr laid near by on her large bed that the elves had kept clean even in their absence. As Blödhthringa worked, she could recall the lessons of breathing fire Bleithr had learned from Fírnen, even as Bleithr had learned language from her. Soon, when Blödhthringa had enough with writing the runes and memorizing then, she packed everything up and walked over to Bleithr. Bleithr opened one eye and watched her with a large deep purple eye; her eyes had always been beautiful to Blödhthringa, her eyes were a deep dark violet in the middle, fading to the black of her pupil and faded to a light, bright, purple on the outside, bordering pink.
Bleithr, understanding Blödhthringa intentions, shifted so her wing wasn't in the way, Blödhthringa laid down and between Bleithr's curved neck and her shoulder. The two were happy in each other's presence, and in this happiness, their dreams took them.