[Poppy]

"Oh?" Ceral listened intently to Ivy, letting his guard down just a bit as he watched her. All of these new things he was experiencing were just weird. Flying dragons, dragon-napped... Ceral's life was pretty bland until he'd finally been caught. He was raised with his other siblings until they could all hunt for themselves, and after that they were on their own. It was an uncommon custom, as Ceral had learned most stayed with their kits even after they could hunt and whatnot. It hadn't been too bad, but Ceral could recall a few times when he felt more than a little bitter about having been left, such as the times when he was nearly eaten, or captured; and somehow, he'd managed to evade it all. It was by some miracle, honestly.

"I mean it looks nice but..." Ceral trailed off, wrinkling his nose and shrugging, not willing to go on about the real subject matter at hand, of why these enclosures were an actual thing. Ivy was nice, but Ceral hoped to just make friends or something. He'd only seen a cave dwelling dragon actually carrying a few times in his life, and he had no clue how it worked. Ceral was pulled from his light stupor when Ivy pushed at him and rushed into one of the trees. He gave chase, jumping at the tree in a lame attempt to climb but letting out an annoyed sound when he got no further than a few feet from the ground. He wasn't built for trees, but seeing Ivy so easily scale it made him envious.

He ultimately hopped back down onto the ground, idly circling the tree and glancing up towards Ivy. "Okay, well, I could still beat you at swimming," he joked casually, tail furling before it swished gently over the earth below.