The dragon said nothing as the new creature walked into view. Undoubtidly one of Senka's many minions. She stared at it, as it had a rather odd look. Nothing Nevira could remember seeing back in her days before her imprisonment. "Three days... Very well..." She hissed. Her purple tongue snaked out and back in. "I will try and learn as much as I can about this world before then... Through meditation upon the top of the mountain..." And with that, she snorted. Nevira raised her head to look up at the opening above her, and hissed. Soon, the weighs on her back began to move. They outstretched to an amazing length. The grey tattered shapes began to flap. Soon, the strong air currents returned as the large dragon flapped over and over, her legs slowly lifting off the ground. With what seemed like a sudden burst of speed, she leaped out of the cave into the crisp might air above the cave... She stayed in place for a moment, observing the land. Then, with triumphed roar she flew into the clouds... Adela's demise had finally come... With seering vengeance and hate towards those who imprisoned her...