Wiping his forehead with his soil covered hand, Llyr paused from his work and looked up, squinting as the sun shone in his eyes. Angharad dropped from his shirt and crawled over to the basket, sniffing the new unfamiliar dragons. She climbed up the basket to peak in, she squeaked at them and wriggled her tail showing she wanted to play. As they were asleep, she quickly lost interest, glancing up at Branessu before hurrying back to Llyr where she tried to hide underneath his shirt along with Owain.<br/>"I'm planting them in these little trays first," he said, holding up a tray. "I still have to plant the peppermint, lemon balm and any seeds you wish to plant. Help yourself to some soil and pick a seed pack." Llyr passed over the tray and small gardening tools. Whilst gardening, Llyr shared his plans with Branessu. He wished to dig up the earth next to his cave and create a plot to plant out his vegetable and herbs, perhaps even making a raised bed at some point. "If you could give me your organic scraps, we could make a compost bin; the plants will love it."<br/>Emerging from his cotton shirt, Owain and Angharad chirped with glee and Llyr chirped back, however sounding more like a bird.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It's time</span>.<br/>The earlier calling become stronger, more intense. Llyr glanced up at Branessu. "Do you hear it too?" he asked, cocking his head to one side. The dragonlings copied him. Llyr stood and offered a hand to his fellow gardener. "I think it's time we go find our dragon."