As Foxtrot and Potato Ponie observe the exhibits around the room, the mare trots over to the center display. Looking up, she finds the skull to be three times her height, the fangs themselves as long as the length of her leg. Plenty of scars are found throughout the bone, fractured teeth and dulled out horns show signs of wear both before and after the dragon's demise. She examines the wealth resting underneath the creatures skull, rubies and gold all perfectly piled up. What catches her eye though is the amethyst, levitating just above the razor sharp teeth.

The name of the dragon is listed only as 'The Elder'. The description below it reads, 'The Elder is a mature adult dragon. He has white scales which are unusually thick, and his breath is a damaging stream of pure magic. He is quite deceptive, and his ability to work necromantic magic is powerful and dangerous. He lived in a ruined city in the desert, his hoard is legendary in size and consists mostly of valuable tomes.'

Nivalia reads the description, her eyes widening a bit before turning back to the display. "Huh, it doesn't mention anything about that jewel in its mouth." The mare shrugs, "Meh, it's probably just there to catch attention."

The wing dedicated to the exhibit is vast, the ceiling itself rising three stories up. Lined along the walls are 3 meter high replicas of various dragons and their lairs. Just in front of them are plaques providing readers with information. In the center of the room, and taking up a quarter of it's space, lies an enormous dragon's skull resting on a bed of gold and jewels, all found inside a magically secure glass case. The mouth is half open; levitating behind the rows of teeth is an amethyst of considerable size.

"Wow. Check out that jewel." Nivalia says as she steps into the exhibit. "This place is huge! I wonder how long this stuff takes to set up."

"A few weeks give or take." Foxtrot replies, a few months to plan out though." He approaches a display of a mountain landscape, flying over is a brightly colored orange dragon with purple fins and red wings. 'The Emerald Raider'

Nivalia rolls her eyes at Potato Ponie's dismissal of his nickname, the sudden scream in the distance drastically changing the pacing of her day. As the caped pony dashes off to the scene Nivalia pursues him to find out what exactly is going on. The sudden change in motion causes Caprica to squeeze her owner lightly to hang onto her as the two quickly make their way to the source of the yelling.

Nivalia looks back towards her brother and answers, "Yea most museums usually do. I haven't been to the one here in Canterlot so we'll be in for a surprise today." The mare then glances down to her bag, "I also packed snacks and juice in case either of you get hungry." After some time of walking, the Canterlot Museum of Natural History begins to appear on the horizon, "Oh we're almost there!" Nivalia says with some giddiness and a spring in her step.

Nivalia rolls her eyes at the two stallions and their remarks about a learning opportunity like this. "Oh c'mon, it'll be fun! I love going to museums, aquariums, zoos, and observatories amongst others. I mean, you have fun while learning! Why aren't there more of these places in existence?"

Foxtrot interjects, "Maybe it's because... I got nothing. I like going to those two; our parents took us to them all the time when we moved throughout the years." He looks over to Nivalia with a smirk, "Remember when we went to the Baltimare Aquarium? You had that giant stingray that kept circling around the pool to you?"

Nivalia chuckles, "Oh my goodness everytime he came around he acted like he's never seen me before. Then every time I pet him he would look up and flap his big old fins around. Then he would slide off around the pool like it was the best thing in the world... It was adorable though." The mare begins trotting at a rather brisk pace down the street towards the center of Canterlot, "Let's get going guys! The exhibits await!"

Nivalia takes the funnel cake and has a bite as Potato Ponie expresses his discomfort. "Fair point. How about this? I'll have her take her meals in private; I can use a code word or something that way you can get some space." The mare nibbles on her food as Caprica shifts around, eventually slithering into the bag to curl up and rest. Nivalia looks over to the caped pony, "Sorry for making you uncomfortable, it's happened before. Actually I get mixed reactions from others. Some are grossed out, some actually ask for her for pest control." She shrugs and returns to her funnel cake, "To each their own I guess."

Nivalia let's out a small sigh as Potato Ponie asks his question, the topic about her snake obviously one that she's encountered before. "Caprica... is a living being, just like you and I. And like you and I, she needs to eat as well; her diet consists of rodents, birds, amphibians and small reptiles." The mare pauses, thinking about how to continue her explanation. "Normally I would give her frozen food, obviously I would thaw it of course, but in places and times where I can't I have to make due with what's available. Does she have to kill her prey? Of course. Is it a pretty sight? No, it's not; but it's something that's necessary." Nivalia's tone becomes more stern as she concludes, "But I will not send her out to kill or even hurt anything if it's not necessary. If she's fed then she stays with me the whole time and she behaves as such. Potato I will tell you now, I have trained her since she was a baby and I trust her to not cause any violence no matter how hungry she gets, but I never as her owner let it get to that point." She turns to the caped pony, "I understand your concern, and you have every right to be. But Caprica is a good girl, and she'll behave no matter what. Unless you threaten her or me in which case... well you remember what happened at that train station in Ponyville."

After a brief pause, Caprica slithers out of the cover of the crates and slides over to the two, her belly appearing to be quite larger than the rest of her body. Nivalia lowers her front hoof, "There you are!" She says as if talking to a small kitten, "Aw look at your fat belly. You're so fat!" She nuzzles the pythons as she slithers around her shoulders and just droop down due to after meal laziness.