As the class concluded and the pupils dispersed, Llyr remained on his seat for a while longer; chewing his bottom lip and clenching his hands into fists as he again failed to talk to the other pupils. He never had this problem before, although he never had a moment alone before, as there was always someone requesting his assistance or company back home. When the bench was completely bare from all creatures, he cursed as he feebly returned to his cave.<br/>With so much time to spare and the latest dragonling information ringing in his eyes, Llyr took the opportunity to rearrange his hastily set up room. Next to his own bed, he set up a dragon's bed with an assortment of pillows they can lounge on or tear at. His desk became designated for dragon rider training, securing his ink and paper in the draw. His furniture stood in every corner of the room, moved around repeatedly until the boy was completely satisfied. When all was done, he took himself outside; his pockets filled with seeds which he had brought from home and pot he had bought with the rest of his things.<br/>As he dug and broke up the soil with his fingers Llyr heard a slight gurgle in the distance. With narrowed brows, he looked around while the noise continued. Uneasily he walked along the row of residential caves, stopping at the path and tilted his head to the side, straining to hear. The gurgle faded into the wind. Sighing, Llyr turned around, to meet an even more surprising sight of Lidia hitting the new boy in the face. He rushed over, fumbling in his pockets for a handkerchief in case there was blood.<br/>"What's going on?" he asked, his eyes still wide.