Just before following Ixonia to the fruit, Llyr petted his chirping dragon. "Play nice now, Blodyn," he said softly. Dragging his cart behind, he followed Ixonia to the grapes. The plot was small but the vines were plentiful. Armed with a pair of sheers, he eyed up the red grapes and set out to work. "Do you have or need any tools?" he asked Ixonia, as he harvested his first bunch of grapes.<br/><br/>Blodeuwedd kept low to the ground, her tail sweeping against the floor and raising dry dirt and dust into the air around her.<br/>**I'd like to see you try,** she taunted.