Arriving at his cave; Llyr allowed the dragons to play while he put away his food supplies. It took him longer than expected as he became preoccupied with putting everything in its right place. All the while Angharad and Blodeuwedd chased each other; the Greyling had the advantage of being more agile while the larger hatchling had a speed advantage. Owain clung to Blodeuwedd's back throughout the play, he was less interested in running around and preferred to stick close to the largest available creature.<br/>Once done with the supplies Llyr fed the dragonlings, quickly preparing mashed up spiced fruits. They ate happily; Angharad wagging her whole bottom half of her body with glee. With a little time on his hands, Llyr bathed his water dragon, feeling that she was becoming dehydrated quickly. He felt guilty that she could not spend all her time in water. Whilst completing these chores, Llyr became completely oblivious to the mental messages being sent around. The continuous voices in his head made him tense; taking a moment to meditate, somehow he managed to block out the psychic link. It surprised him immensely but he was relieved for the peace.