C Dragon Breeding Facility (Closed)

[Poppy]

Ah, Niza had nearly forgotten she'd yet to tell the scientists how she worked. She might not be home anymore, but she sure as hell was going to stick to her customs. She'd given in willingly when she'd been caught, and her tradition didn't stop once a price was bartered over her; she kind of wanted to laugh at how they would pay so much for her. Humans were spending so much money on kits that would eventually grow up to be curious, too intrigued about what they might have been missing as wild dragons, and if not all of them than surely some of them would soon enough betray their owners. It was a waste of money. You really had to have a dragon wrapped around your finger for them to not even consider life in the wild.

She wouldn't mate with any of the dragons here though. Sure, dragons in heat smelled delectable, and even her own heat was as enticing to most seeders as any general carrier had it, but her kind was one that mated for life, and she didn't have much hope that she'd find that perfect somedragon in this place. The gold seeder dragon did sound interesting, but the idea of a tropical enclosure rubbed her the wrong way. "Shangri-what?" Niza shook her head. "Avalon. Who all's in there? I bet you I can tame all of them." Niza smiled sweetly.

Archer put his hands up. "I'm leaving that part for you both and Niza to work out. After all, she'll be the one living there... I've seen some other facilities with not so good enclosures, not as modern as the ones you all have, so I'm sure anything would work." Archer gave Niza a look and she seemed to pout. "You have me set on bringing her here, there's no question there. Once the enclosure subject is dealt with as well as price, you're free to have her. I'd much rather your facility have her than, uh... the others. They aren't outstanding."

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Ceral wished everyone could just take a chill pill and relax. This was the time they all needed to be tranquilized. He could literally feel the tension in the air, and it made him more than a little uncomfortable. "The springs are nice," Ceral commented in reply to Nym. And amusingly enough, they also happened to be one of the places where he and Ivy did their thing at. The water was nice to relax in, but it didn't do much when the normal pains of pregnancy just came back not even an hour later. Was it worth the walk all the way to the springs for an hour of relaxation? Not usually.

"They do ultrasounds?" Ceral asked curiously, following Ivan to the edge and taking a seat next to him. He was tempted to jump into the water, but he also didn't feel like walking back home soaking wet with legs feeling like jelly. He didn't know how many he might be having. He remembered Ivy saying forest dragons produced about twelve, and he thought... that sounded average for his kind too, but he couldn't be sure. He might guess from his size if he knew how big the eggs were. He could be carrying twenty small eggs or two big ones right now, he hadn't a clue.

Maybe he'd ask Ivy about it, see what she thought? Not that he thought he'd get any concrete answer. He still wasn't even halfway along yet. Four and a half more months to go, and he was starting to become a bit envious that the others' pregnancies weren't as drawn out as his. "I uh... I don't know." Ceral absently placed a hand atop the swell of his stomach. The feeling of the eggs inside him never ceased to make him feel queasy. "I almost hope it's not a lot." He snorted halfheartedly. "I can't stand sitting in one place too long. I'd like to still be up and walking by the time the birth comes around."