Not fond of walking, Angharad and Owain clung to Llyr's shirt as he pottered around his budding garden. The baby greyling happily nuzzled up to Llyr, chirping in his ear and nibbling at his curls. Owain, wrapping his arms and tail around Llyr's wrist, sniffed at the seeds he was planting. He was curious and keen to taste the seeds, growling low every time Llyr ignored his snacking demands.<br/>With dirt under his fingernails, the farmer felt completely at peace, even more so now that the dragonlings made things more lively. He planted the sage for Branessu and its neighbouring vegetables; humming a Welsh folk song as he labored. Intrigued; Angharad nuzzled against his throat, feeling the vibrations as he hummed and squawked along, trying to match him.<br/>"Very clever, girl, da iawn." Llyr stroked under her chin and kissed her gently. Owain climbed up his guardian's arm, perching on his shoulder, and headbutted Llyr's cheek for the same affection, which was immediately granted.<br/>Even with all the chirping and purring in his ear, Llyr heard something in the distance. Something, someone, was calling for him specifically. He rose slowly, making sure the babies were secure on his shoulder, and tried to make out the direction of the calling. It came from the hatchery. His dragon was calling for him, they are almost ready for him. Their connection ran deep, it was almost as if their heartbeat at the same time and their minds were one. Just a little longer and they would be ready for him.<br/>Angharad and Owain nuzzled for his attention. Llyr chuckled and sat back down, hand feeding the little ones before returning to his gardening.