Following the path, Llyr followed the calling of his future dragon. The connection ran deep, every fiber of his body felt drawn to the calling, it felt wrong to even stand still too long as the calling became louder and nauseating. Finally he arrived at a small pool; a natural spring sheltered by an overgrowth of trees. Peering down Llyr spotted the cracked eggshell floating on the surface; a dragon had recently hatched. He looked closer, pocketing the eggshell in case someone left it behind, but could not see anything in the dark depths.<span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps their owner had taken them already,</span>he thought.<br/>Scratching his head, he looked around trying to decipher where his dragon was located. He set down the basket which Angharad and Owain were napping in to consider his next move. They had called him to that spot, there was no where else for him to go. He began to assume the worst until a splash interrupted his train of thought.<br/>A tiny head emerged from the water, squealing loudly as if to say; "You're here, you're here!" The baby dragon attempted to jump from the water but her stubby limbs were far too frail to keep her from slipping down the banking. Returning to the water with a splash, she called for Llyr to help. Having to break through the egg had made her tired and hungry, as soon as she broke out she had slept at the bottom of the pool until Llyr arrived.<br/>"Hang on, blodyn," Llyr assured her, reaching in and raising her to his chest. She chirped, listening to his heartbeat as she nestled in his arms. Angharad and Owain popped their heads out to study their new housemate, they sniffed her and squawked at them. "Hey, this is your new family, be nice to this little flower."<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Flower</span>. He realized he had referred to the dragon to a plant in both languages. Observing her, her iridescent shades of green, blue and silver reminded him of wildflowers in the spring. "Blodeuwedd, I think that'll be your name," he said, stroking her scales. Blodeuwedd purred happily. Holding her in one arm and carrying the basket in the other, he made the journey back to the cave in order to feed all the dragonlings.