Lost Amongst Lava (Open)

[Miranda Frost]

"Zack...", she repeated, committing it to memory. She knew a zack once, but such childhood memories are not easily brought up nor worth digging for. The familiarity of the name was conforting, for it meant his world may or may not be similar to hers in some aspect. The two spoke the same language and understood each other so that was good.

The green clad wierdman Weegee, did strike a familiar string with her. She didn't realize it at the moment, but as that Weegee fellow left, she realized that he wore a similar resemblance to a childhood game she played. It was a handheld electronic device that played games from cartridges. It was something she had found while wandering outside the city limit. Its batteries still worked, even after all that time buried in the sand. It didn't last long but she did play enough to get through it. It involved mainly jumping from platform to platform whilst avoiding various enemies and traps. The green clad guy resembled the main character on the game... but that could just be a coincidence, even with the short description gave by the italian speaking green wonder. She dismissed it as nothing important.

As the green man trotted away, she turned back to Zack, watching him heave his heavy blade into the rock to use as a seat. She was impressed by the blade's craftsmanship and wondered what kind of world he came from to allow him to wield something so mighty. Her concentration on the blade was torn away by his speech, causing her eye to the dragon still flying away in the distance. She shook her head in silent disagreement. To her, that small group of dragons were that one's friends. According to the literature she had read over the years, dragons didn't really work well with each other, and these were incredibly young. There maybe a chance of an older dragon coming later, but that just as likely as nothing coming.

Zack had his seat, but Miranda didn't. Yet. A few moments of concentration through her little rainbow orb and her motorcycle revived behind her. She leaned back, propping herself somewhat comfortably against its aged leather seat. She crossed her arms and shook her head again. "Probably as much as you do. First area is white. This one is hot."

"What are you doing out here if I may ask? You just do what I did and go through the first portal you see?", she asked, scratching at the metal plate over her missing jaw.