[Poppy]

"I'm gonna guess twelve. Or thirteen?" Ceral grinned. "Lucky number thirteen would be a real hitter." Every dragon carried differently though, and it was a bit unusual of just how different pregnancies varied among different dragons. Ceral had yet to find a species that beat cave dragons when it came to the gestation period. Maybe he'd been dealt the wrong hand there. "What do I win? Free food for a week?" Ceral smiled wryly. Whatever the number was, Nym was right. They could get a rough estimate soon enough, not having to rely on machines to tell them what they were having. Ceral didn't like the feeling of the eggs inside him, but maybe when they got a little bigger and more defined, he could make his own guess too.

Ceral stood, stepping away from the pool. "Lips are sealed," he assured Ivan. It wasn't his business, and he didn't feel the need to gossip really. He just wished everyone could all get along here. Tensions were high after what had happened, but hopefully with time they'd vanish. "I'm uh... gonna head back. I'm not feeling too well." Ceral scratched at his neck awkwardly. "I'll see you guys by the caves though, alright?" Ceral said his goodbyes before he turned to head back. It was true, he was starting to feel a tad sick, and he thought maybe if he gave it attention now it wouldn't bite him in the ass later. As much as he didn't want to go back and lay down, it'd be better. He prayed it'd be better at least.

Back near the cave, Ceral caught Ivy's scent. He didn't think she'd be back so soon. He snuck through the edge of the woods quietly, as quietly as he could rather, and came up slowly onto Ivy before he pounced onto her back, grinning and laughing a little as he clung onto her, aiming to maybe even pin her down on the ground. Well this certainly wasn't doing much for his sick spell, but to hell with it. He was tired of everyone being so uptight. "Bet'cha didn't even hear me," he snickered softly.

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"That's the agreement, yes." Archer wasn't concerned too much about money. He wasn't a greedy hunter, and already had millions in his bank, enough to keep him stable and happy for years beyond his death probably. "That'd be nice. Thank you." Archer nodded and looked over at Niza who seemed to be giving him an incredulous look. He arched a brow at her as she moved closer.

"20 million? Are you kidding me? I'm worth way more than that."

Archer frowned. "I'm also not a money grabber, and 20 million is more than fair price." Niza huffed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say oh master hunter."