[Poppy]

Ceral was a bit confused when they'd told him that being put in a room was his punishment. It didn't make much sense to him, and maybe if the facility had done their work they would've found out that cave dragons actually blossomed in isolation; but maybe they had, and maybe they were just too lazy to come up with anything but isolation for him. He assumed everyone else was getting the same, and he had to wonder just how they'd all be reacting to it. He didn't know much about some of the dragons, like... Ky? That prairie dragon was probably having an awful time, he seemed too social if you asked Ceral. Lago had an odd sense of calm about him, but how he'd do being isolated was beyond him. Nym seemed too quiet, and Ceral could imagine him sitting in the corner just watching the ceiling for hours. Who knows what happened to Ivan. He hoped Ivy was okay, but he knew he'd have nothing to worry about with her. She was competent, and however long (because they wouldn't keep them all in here for weeks, right?) they were to be stuck in these plain looking rooms, Ceral had no doubt that she'd be okay. But as it was now, Ceral had made a home, if you will, in one of the corners of the room, curling up tightly and closing his eyes, the beginnings of a smile quirking his lips. So much for a punishment. He was basically getting rewarded for this!

He had been lectured himself, probably like the others might have been. Blah blah blah, don't do that again or else. The norm. That poor handler he'd bitten in the scuffles he'd been informed that they weren't doing too well, and Ceral would've laughed it he hadn't been in the presence of the scientists. Well, good riddance. He hoped the kid would never be able to continue his career ever again. It certainly sounded harsh, but not with the intentions all the humans had had while in the enclosure that day. They caused such a ruckus over finding Ivan's eggs that it just seemed preposterous over how much had happened. It really wasn't worth the trouble to think over, but he had been fairly amused upon the news of his victim.

Ceral had gotten even more news from Mr. Santiago. Of course, the man had been too busy to come down and pay him a visit, which wasn't a big deal to Ceral but you would think that with your most prized possession... The guy was upset, and with reason, but Ceral had scoffed at the words relayed by the staff and blatantly brushed them off. He didn't know who Santiago thought he was, but he didn't own him. Ceral didn't belong to anyone except maybe Ivy. He wasn't a pet, a companion, nor a pawn. He was his own person, and the joke was on his master because he was actually starting to warm up to being at the facility; not because of the fact that he couldn't leave, or the fact that he was in reality just being used as a rental, but because he'd met others of his kind - other dragons in general, and had met Ivy, and when things weren't shitty like they were now, it was a somewhat decent experience getting to interact with everyone. Obviously, it would all be much better on the outside. Ceral was still determined to get out, whether it be through the facility or back when Santiago took him up again. He'd lived in the wild for years, he wasn't giving up that easily.

While he could bask in it, Ceral enjoyed the peace and quiet, sighing softly at the feel of the cold floor against his skin. He almost felt a little sick, probably because of the pregnancy he guessed. It'd been that way for a week or so now, just plain nausea... but this room was too nice to cough up his breakfast in. Hell, it might just even be himself. Maybe he was getting sick. He didn't know how this pregnancy thing worked. Ceral shook his head and rested hsi chin on his arms. Worry for another day.