Blödhthringa Bleithr learned fast, however Blödhthringa quickly learned she did not have natural skill for swordplay, she was moderate with a bow, but was good with her mind. Bleithr learned more about the air and the sky as well as more and more complicated aerial maneuvers. Blödhthringa continued to read about the Ancient Language when she had time, other times she spent her time walking or flying around with Bleithr. She would then go with Bleithr to catch game and eat. After they ate and their stomachs settled, they flew together. As Blödhthringa enjoyed her glittering scales and the breath-taking view, her thoughts returned of home. What do you think I should answer? Blödhthringa asked, referring to her proposal from Nilfiem.
Bleithr didn't answer for some time, I don't know. Dragons don't mate for the same reasons as those who walk on two legs. I can't really tell you, It's your life who will be affected, mine in an indirect way, but from what I can understand from the behavior of the two legs is this; don't make the decision lightly, consider all options and angles, decide what's in your heart. That is all I can say in that matter, it ultimately comes down to how you feel. Blödhthringa was silent and pondered her words for a time. She tapped Bleithr's side, In any case, let us return, we resume our training tomorrow. Bleithr didn't reply, but banked to the left, towards Ellesmera. She trained until snow fell once again, Bleithr was as big as a hill, their bond grew ever so stronger as did their abilities. Queen Arya and Firnen concluded that they have completed their basic training of Dragon and Rider, what they need is experience and time, then when Eragon sends the next shipment of eggs, will go to the beyond to train with him and help raise the dragons.
Blödhthringa and Bleithr bowed to them, "Thank you, masters." Blödhthringa said out loud and with her mind. Arya smiled, "No need to call me master anymore, you've graduated. The morning is still young and you've already packed as instructed, go, fly swiftly to Ilirea and carry our blessing." Blödhthringa bowed again, not saying anything. You and Bleithr are allowed to return to Ellesmera whenever you want and are welcome to stay among us, you will always have a home with your people. Firnen said and Blödhthringa bowed to him as well. With that, Blödhthringa climbed into the saddle and her and Bleithr took off, heading for home. How we have changed. Said Blödhthringa. Bleithr sent a silent mental nod, then said, Let those who challenge us tremble before our might, run in fear of my very sight and cower from your probing mind. Blödhthringa felt better with that. She sent Bleithr her emotions, unable to find words to explain herself, and Bleithr hummed deep in her chest. As they flew, Blödhthringa continued to review what she had learned. She hadn't managed to reach Arya's satisfaction with a blade, but she just concluded that Blödhthringa just wasn't cut out for it. But, she did make Blödhthringa train harder in that field than the others, to the point that Arya found that Blödhthringa style of fighting would be defensive and a battle of wits, to try to out think and maneuver her enemies rather than out match them. Blödhthringa was exceptional in her mental combat, found that by imagining her thoughts into objects, made it stronger and more effective. During her mental bouts of Arya, she attempted it, she focused on the poem she continuously said to herself until everything else was non-existent, then took that concentration on that poem and wrapped into a tightly woven spear and thrust it as Arya. It worked too well, she pierced Arya's mind like glass hitting the ground. When Blödhthringa tried again, she made Arya pause, but found that since Arya was prepared for it, was able to defend herself against it; so then as with her sword fighting, Blödhthringa has to continuously out think her opponents in that field. She had mastered controlling her magic, but was only able to use small amounts at a time to avoid mistakes.
They rested once at the edge of Du Weldenvarden, then traversed the rest of the way and one dragon back it was a lot faster. The sun had begun to descend from it's peak when they arrived in range of the sentries. Horns blared throughout the walls of the city, Bleithr let loose a roar that drowned out the horns for a few seconds, announcing their arrival. They flew over the walls as the sentries stared at Bleithr in awe, which made he gleam with satisfaction. They circled over the white dome of the throne room, after a few minutes, mechanisms boomed throughout the city, and the dome split and slowly an opening appeared big enough for Bleithr to fly through and she descended. They landed behind the throne with a loud crash. Bleithr lowered herself and allowed Blödhthringa to slide off and stretch. Nilfiem and his advisors stood behind his throne as they looked at her, Blödhthringa was relieved to see her father. He stared at them in awe as did everyone else, they glanced at Blödhthringa but Bleithr demanded their attention, she lowered herself to ground and curled up, seemingly uninterested in the attention she was getting, but Blödhthringa knew she was beaming inside. Blödhthringa knelt, "My King, I have returned." The room was silent for some time, but Nilfiem finally said, "rise, Dragon Rider." Blödhthringa did as she was told. "You seem... more confident in yourself." Said Nilfiem. Blödhthringa curtsied to him in the red and white dress that Arya had woven for her. "You are most kind, My King." He seemed to want to say something and when he gathered his courage, her father strode towards her. "Blödhthringa," he said, her father's voice and presence after so long was comforting. "Are you and Bleithr well?" Blödhthringa nodded. "Never better. What about you?" He smiled softly. "Better now that you have returned. Then, Queen Arya has given you her blessing?" Blödhthringa nodded. "And the dress?" Asked Nilfiem from behind her father. "My Queen wove it for me, as a gift. I accepted it most graciously." He nodded. "Made by royalty, for a beauty as royal as the craftier." He said.
Blödhthringa nodded to her father and stepped past him and stared at Nilfiem as she walked forward. "I.." she said finally, stopping a few feet in front of him. "I have my answer."