(OOC: Seeing as how big the crater is, a "thousand miles" wide, as you said, the centre could practically be in the Congo and the border of it in the middle of the Saharan desert. >___>)
Meta hadn't really paid attention to whatever was being said, examining the young man that had just arrived with care, cautious because of the power resonance she had felt tingling through her arm because of her gauntlet, of which she had yet to fully come to understand the power of, although she had figured out quite a bit of it already.
Once she had taken a good enough look at R.D., both in his Dragon King Armour, as well as his normal attire after he had made it disappear, she turned away from him and once again stared into the blackness of the crater, feeling drawn to it somehow, curious, wanting to go in, explore whatever strangeness there was there far, far away within it.
Then she suddenly heard a name she greatly dispised. Sheena. The word vibrated violently within her head as she suppressed a feeling of hate towards the ice dragon. She tilted her head slightly to listen in better on the others' conversation. So the King of Dragons has fallen? She pondered. And more Kings are about to fall?
A grin came upon her face. "This is great." She uttered softly, as she stood by the crater's edge. Although the others stood a few dozen yards away from her, they had spoken loud enough for her to hear, surely because they wanted this "Rising Dragon" person to also hear what they had to say, as he stood a bit away from them as well.
"So all of the rulers of the world are about to fall..." She spoke in a normal, somewhat "I'm-playing-with-a-thought", tone, "that must mean that we're going to succeed." She finished, and smirked, feelings of a cruel happiness and ambition boiling somewhere deep within her.
Edited by Morphman on June 21, 2007 at 8:40:13.