The Door (Part 3)

There are two things I've learned in the last three days: 1) I'm really bad at updating and 2) I am slow at writing when I am uninspired (okay, who isn't?)
So here's part 3 of the door... it's really short this time around, my apologies...
For those of you who haven't read the beginnings, here they are:
Part One
Part Two


     When Kelana came to her head was being cradled in someone's lap. She opened her eyes to see the young man's concerned face filling her vision. She was a little addle brained from the fall, and she could feel the little bump on the back of her head from falling and hitting the floor. The marble floor.
     So she wasn't thinking clearly as she laid there with her head in his lap, she staring up at his face (albiet through blurred vision). She examined his face while she was lying there.
     He had shaggy silver-black hair that hung slightly into his eyes, and he was obviously not very good at keeping himself clean, for there were smudges of dirt on his face. He smelled like something sweet though, which she thought made no sense in correlation to the apparent state of his clothing and body. His eyes were a brilliant amber color, which she had never seen before on a person. Under the layers of dirt, however, there was a strong chinline and a straight nose.
     Suddenly, her senses that had deserted her came back and she hurriedly got to her feet, jumping out of his lap. She backed a few steps away from the silent young man with gorgeous eyes. "Who are you?" She asked warily.
     I am Nezinth Halsdor, Mother Dragon She nearly fainted again when she heard his voice in her head again. He had pulled himself to his feet and he was staring unblinkingly at her.
     "I am not a mother of anything," She said to Nezinth, pointing a warning finger at him. "And certainly not dragons."
     A look of confusion passed over his face, and he looked over at the statue of the woman that looked nearly exactly like Kelana. He looked back at her. What do you mean? His voice sounded in her head.
     "I am not a mother. I'm only seventeen for Skad's sake!" She said shakily. "And quit talking to me in my head!" To say it like that seemed quite strange to Kelana, but what else could be talking in her head besides him?
     I am insane, she thought to herself as she watched the conflicting emotions go across Nezinth's face. This is probably all just some delusional dream or something.
     "You look like the Mother Dragon," Nezinth said, slowly, as if it was a challenge, and a funny accent. His mouth seemed unfamiliar with the words.
     "I don't even know who the Mother Dragon is," Kelana growled at the boy. He still wore an expression of bewilderment. "Dragon's aren't even real."
     This brought an amused smile to Nezinth's face. She scowled at him. "What?"
     "That which you cannot be true, because I am a dragon myself."