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Jehann the Wanderer part 5.2

   "What?", Jehann finally said. 'He speaks the same tongue as I.' Of course, she was a little surprised to hear Rashad and Avin'kar do the same, but it didn't come to mind until now.
    She watched the child start to sulk. "Oh, oh, I'm okay, see! Just playing with you. I'm just fine, so don't look like that."
    "Really?"
    She nodded brightly, "Just wonderful".
    She smiled as the boy seemed to perk up automatically. He dusted something of his blue tunic and grey trousers quickly. "Heh, I was playing outside. My name is Erich! You're Jehann, right?"
    "Um, yes.....how did you know my name?"
    "Rashad told me."
    "Is he alright?"
    "I guess so. My momma said that he was still too stubborn for his own good and he started to argue. She bopped him with her cane and told him to shut up so she can heal him. She doesn't hit people who aren't okay, so I guess he is. But, when momma hits people, they don't like it very much. He didn't seem to like it much. He never does, so, yay, he's okay", the boy concluded with a cute smile.
     Jehann had a hard time trying not to laugh. She could just see his face now. Shaking her head, she looked at Erich. "Can you take me to him?"
     "Uh huh! Follow me!"
     The blue dragoness crawled out of the bed and followed the little boy out the door. They walked into a huge cavern. Looking around, there were other doors every so often. The greyish cavern walls were somewhat polished. The highest point of the ceiling was a circular, stained glass roof. The light that filtered in was of many light colors. Basking in the colors as they walked seemed to comfort Jehann. The walls were covered with ancient carvings, paintings and tapestries, depicting
scenes in high detail. The floor was tiled with a red-orange stone. Noticing Jehann's curiousity, Erich started to talk on and on about the place, how big it was, who lived there, everything. Jehann concluded that this place, called Nirakai Meesha, was a place for learning magick arts or such. The place was very old and by what her little tour guide said, incredibly large. Those who lived there were teachers, students, and guests of every kind.
        Erich soon lead her to a set of big, metal doors. They were decorated also, a strange type of picture writing upon them. "Okay, he's out here!"