The egg which Lidia handed to him twitched as it approached him, he took it in his hands, wanting to nurture it with his body heat. They returned to the Lore Master's cave, all the while carrying his egg wrapped up in his coat and encountered the chirping of a second egg. He secured both in his wagon, took the bucket of meat and returned to his cave. There he immediately perched the eggs on the dragon bed he prepared earlier. The thought finally dawned on him that two dragons were going to hatch; all this time he was preparing himself for one and suddenly he was going to have a grand total of three to deal with. Somehow this was calming; as if more prepared in himself although he was also terrified of what's to come.<br/>The smaller of the eggs pipped steadily for a long period of time, making low chirping noises; while the larger one shook wildly at intervals, obviously resting in between each attempt to break through. Llyr watched closely and recorded every moment. In a climax of pipping, both eggs cracked open seconds apart from each other. The Greyling burst out and rolled around on the blanket; chirping and purring. On the other hand the Xenica left the eggshell slowly, stretching it's tiny tree green serpentine body. Both spotted each other, while the Xenica remained still and calm, the Greyling pounced with all its might to greet the tiny creature. This resulted in the two squabbling slight. Llyr separated the two, lifting them in each hand.<br/>"Tawelwch nawr plant. A chroeso, ddwy o chi," he said, softly and smiling. Both stared at him with a quizzical expression, which made him chuckle. He quickly checked their sex, neither of which enjoyed, the Xenica exhaled deeply from his nostrils as Llyr placed them back down carefully. Their second greeting was calmer, the misty grey dragon nuzzled against the smaller one and purred. They wrapped themselves around each other, nestling in as they laid on the pillow.<br/>"Suppose I should name you two," he mumbled, stroking the little creatures. His fingers caressed the grey scales of the Greyling, she wriggled her tail and squeaked approvingly. "You shall be Angharad."<br/>He turned to the Xenica, who had pushed Angharad away for wriggling too much. It was fascinating how so much like siblings they were behaving, Llyr wondered if it was due to them being the first thing they saw. Angharad rolled onto her back and purred, a little green foot was kicking her but she didn't seem to mind. Llyr lifted the smaller dragon again, he curled up in his palm, still keeping an inquisitive eye on the human. "I'll call you Owain," he said finally.<br/>Setting down the dragons, he took the meat and prepared it as instructed earlier, raising his head every few minutes to check on the dragons; who laid peacefully on the pillow, watching the room and studying their new home.