[Poppy]

"I guess you gotta start somewhere," Ceral teased, snorting at the mention of being able to paddle. "That's alright, I can't-" Ceral paused at the name. "Who's Ivan..?" Maybe one of the others here? Ceral would probably recognize the face, but he'd been too bitter (and still was, really) to give his name out to anyone in the beginning. As it was now, Ivy was the only one here who knew his name, and he wasn't sure he wanted to give that to every dragon or whoever that he met. Ivy noticed the group of three before Ceral had, but when he did he frowned some. More people, that likely meant more introductions, right? Maybe they could just do their own thing. It wasn't that Ceral hated people, but rather...

That was kind of a lie. He hated people. Ivy had caught his interest, half because he'd gotten tired of sitting around in his corner of the enclosure.

The cave dragon gasped in surprise at Ivy's contact, stilling momentarily and biting his lip when she spoke. So marking was a thing here. Ceral wasn't too sure he was totally comfortable with the idea of seemingly being claimed, but he wasn't up for protesting either, so he just let it happen. It wasn't bothering anyone for now, and he was curious if it would actually do anything. He didn't have any plans in the near future to mate, so maybe the scent would wear off or something. "Are they like... bad?" Ceral hummed lightly, able to recall the face of one of the dragons nearby. The other two were new to him. "They're just talking." His brows furrowed as he observed them briefly, soon following quietly after Ivy to the pool of water.