There was a young fellow tooting on a horn in another of the living caves. You poked your head in say hello, and he halloed back between blows on the horn. "Got blown into Snowlund, too?" he called out. You reply you weren't sure how you got to this land. He smiled and shrugged and played a quick tune of some sort. Then he asked, "Have any Dreams yet?" You replied no, and asked him about his.
"Well mine's pretty simple - I was dreaming of equine-sized dragons without front legs, and also of small cute insect-winged dracoformes. Nothing special, except I keep getting the feeling of sadness and loniness," Hyden paused. "I just wish the Dreams were more specific," he mentioned before puffing into the horn again. "Seems, though, that the sadness and lonliness were from abandonment! Two of those dragons showed up, and I knew we were meant to be together, yet it still seems I'm missing one little thing more," Hyden scratched his head in puzzlement and started playing.
He suddenly stopped again, and dashed to his small fireplace. He checked something wrapped in warm furs - a tiny amethyst dragon! "This is Blen. He hatched out of an egg that I was the first to find" he explained, seemingly happy with the find. Satisfied that the hatchling was alright, he returned to his horn.
Two horse-sized dragons shuffled into the the room, nooded greeting to you, and as if on cue, lined up side by side with Hyden and donated their voices to the trumpet's noise. Thw dragons were actually quite in tune and didn't sound half bad - for dragon grunts! All three stopped and Hyden introduced his dragons. "This," he said, gesturing to the green, is Gospel, and the blue is Hallorel!" Then they started up again making music.
The trio seemed very preoccupied with the melody they was playing, and seemed to forget you. Just as you decided to leave and steped into the Hallway he uttered, "and another thing in my Dreams - the name Hydee keeps coming up!" Then he became absorbed in his instrument once again.