[Poppy]

Ceral's focused shifted to Ivy when she came down beside him. No one else had yet to change, so Ceral kept to his dragon body despite the warning. He hadn't known these handlers to be so naggy... Everyone seemed to hate them, which was understandable and Ceral could sympathize to their resentment, but he felt like there was more going on here that he didn't know about. None of the handlers had done much to him yet, so he didn't have a strong opinion about them either way in that regard. Ceral pushed himself up to stand, stepping up beside Ivy, the beginnings of greenish-brown liquid oozing from his jaws. Poison, but all these handlers seemed to have protective garment on. Ceral licked his chops, the deadly spit pooling at his feet. "Should we stay..?" he queried towards Ivy. He wanted to help, but he didn't know what they could do until an imminent fight broke out.