[Poppy]

The enclosure was pretty big, there was that, but Ivan had to be hiding out somewhere. It wasn't always so easy just to scent someone out, especially when they weren't pregnant, or weren't in heat, or just didn't have a certain smell to them that stood out among the many others. Ceral had been worried about Ivan just as much as the others (well, as much as some of them were; Lago seemed to be pretty miffed with Ivan, and Ceral understood his reasoning) and it was always nice to check to make sure that the water dragon, or anyone here that might just be going through something, was okay. Ceral had thought it to be unfair the way they'd kept that prairie dragon still in isolation. After all, it hadn't been his fault for any of what had gone down with Ivan's situation, and Ceral had seen the toll it was taking on Lago. He wished he could've been able to do something about it, but he stuck to his own. He didn't exactly want to leave Avalon anymore now that he was out of the isolation room. It wasn't bad, but being around Ivy and the others was much more enjoyable. It was funny, really, how he was starting to feel differently towards being around people when not even a year ago, he'd been lounging in his cave, not even thinking about socialization.

"What's a bowling ball..?" Ceral's brows knitted together and he gave Nym a look, snorting humorously at the comment. "I still can't believe that you didn't grow up in the wild. Like that's just insane to think about." Ceral shook his head. It probably didn't feel weird if you'd grown up with humans all your life, but for someone like himself who'd been raised completely without human contact until just recently, it almost sounded surreal to hear of dragons actually being kept as pets and companions. He guessed as long as they were taken care of, it didn't much matter... but Ceral knew that his owner wasn't exactly the kindest of humans, and he could only hope that, pet or companion or whatever, most of those kinds of dragons were at least with someone who treated them with respect. They weren't some house cat.

"Ah, kind of." Ceral had thought at first that his sickness was just the basic nausea that came with pregnancy, but it felt like it was turning into something more. He tried not to think about it though, because if he did it'd be in his head for hours and he'd rather just try to finish the day before he had to worry about coming down with a cold or something similar. "I don't wanna talk to Ivy about it, she gets so worried." Ceral frowned. "It's not just nausea, y'know? It just feels like plain being sick. I hate it." He shrugged absently. "I'll get over it though. I bet it was something from those handlers or whatever..."