Smiling at Angharad, Branessu accepted the tray and the tools for Llyr, and began rolling up her dress sleeves.  Taking the spade, she began loosening the soil, and making small rows for the seeds. She listened intently to Llyr’s plans, and gave her input on certain things, ultimately promising to give him all  organic scraps.  Sirvyna began tightening her hold on Branessu, restricting blood flow to her arm, and as she turned to gently remove her, she saw Rasche wide eyed and alert staring in the direction of the cavern.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Come for me. I’m ready.</span><br/><br/>The call spoke to her entire being. It was time to go find her dragon. She turned and saw Llyr already standing, his arm outstretched. Picking up the basket, she put Sirvyna beside Rasche, took Llyr’s arm and they both headed to the caverns.<br/><br/>As soon as Branessu reached the cave, she reached out to her dragon. “I’m here but there are so many winding paths, that I’m not sure which one to take. Send me the directions, so that I may come for you.” Her dragon immediately replied.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, but up until a moment ago my egg was all that existed. It’s very dark here, and I can barely see my own tail, much less direct you to me. The darkness here is weird. I can’t see anything but I’m not afraid. Also, I am very tired and hungry but if it helps, I’ll call out to you.”<br/><br/>Clutching her basket tightly, Branessu entered the cave and began her search, her calls echoing off the walls. After a few minutes and many turns, she heard something answer. It was a series of squeaks and cries, in alternating pitches and lengths. It had a melody and  there was a pattern, it almost sounded like singing?<br/><br/>“Little one. I hear singing is that you?” Immediately, as if to reply, the song increased in volume, the echoes filling the whole cave. Heading in the direction of the sound, she soon saw a white dot, growing larger and larger as she neared it. The singing stemmed from that dot. Her dragon!<br/><br/>Running toward her dragon, she was on her knees and caught the dragon before it fell over from exhaustion. “My baby, my sweet little dragon.” She paused. “My dear .....Whitesong, Thank you.”<br/><br/>Whitesong opened her eyes slightly and stared at Branessu. “You’ve found me.” She then rolled over in her arms, sighing contentedly. Rasche and Sirvyna moved into the corner of the basket to make room as Branessu placed Whitesong in. It was a bit tight, but Sirvyna began licking Whitesong’s fur and Rasche attempted to cover her with his wings, whilst Branessu went about collecting the egg shells. This done, she briskly made her way back to her cave.<br/><br/>Once inside she covered her pillow with a blanket and gingerly placed Whitesong on top. She went into the kitchen and prepared ground chicken, carrots and apples for all three dragons, placing Sirvyna and Rasche’s bowls in their usual spots. Sirvyna slithered over and began eating but Rasche looked torn, staring at his food and then the still Whitesong. He looked at Branessu, who nodded and pointed to the food. He made his way and began eating as well.<br/><br/>She filled their bowls with water, but carried a bowl of mint tea with ginger over to Whitesong, to replenish her energy. Cradling her in her arms, she put the bowl to her mouth and encouraged her to sip. This continued until it was finished, and Branessu arranged Whitesong so that her body was elevated, to keep the liquid down. Ensuring that the other dragons were kept occupied with their assortment of toys, Branessu sat beside Whitesong and stroked her fur, admiring her and waiting for her to fully awake.