Her red eyes wandered across the young man and the teen, the two whose skin was vibrant red, like her own, their hands as calloused as her own, and though only one possessed the sa tattoo as herself, the two would soon possess it.
"You fought well!" Laygak declared, patting his younger sister's shoulders, feeling their tension. It was these shoulders which were so strong, the kind that would carry the na of the Gaks into the twenty first century. Laygak's smile was bright, though his heart was darkened by the fact he had burdened the teen's shoulders with such a great task, he and his cousin, Jaygak, the very sa Jaygak who had followed after their grandaunt's footsteps and managed to claim such a great title. 'Taygak...'
Though the young Iyrman held such heavy thoughts on his mind, the one who held such heavy expectations bead brightly, her cheeks warm. Even if the woman had held back for the sake of her pride, and had not fought with the heart of a warrior, it was not as though she still hadn't displayed such great swordplay, the swordplay of the Gak family, which the Scarlet Sun now saw, even if it was still a nascent display from the young Iyrman teen, who could only claim to be an Adept.
As Gangak noted the pair, so close they were, with the dependable Laygak watching over the dependable Taygak, her thoughts fell away. 'Rangak, in only a few years after you left...'
"I would like to thank you all for allowing us to show you our swordplay," Kal Rushad stated, clasping a hand over his palm. "I do not intend to impose upon the Faro's estate, though I hope you will consider visiting our Order upon your return."
"You may inform your Fariq to clean his-,"
"Babo!" the halved elf exclaid, turning to his elder sister, his whole palm pointing out towards the old geezer. "Kaka! You see?"
Jirot huffed, her fists against her hips as she glared at her babo. "You think you are so strong?"
The old Jarot remained silent, closing his eyes, his neck trembling. "It seems I have made a mistake."
"..."
"..."
"Thank you once more," the Fariq Thanwi said, bowing his head gently towards the Iyrn. “Though I wish to hear your tales, I recalled so important matters.”
“Will you also na our kako Taygak?” Adam asked.
“I believe her sword might be the true Blood Seeking Sword, but if it is her elder brother who possesses such a na, then what of the Blood Spilling Sword?” Kal Rushad said, though his tone implied he wished to continue thinking, the Aswadian reaching up to his chin, brushing along his beard gently. “The Bloody Sword of…”
Kal Rushad fell silent a mont, and he considered committing treason.
He could not, could he?
“Kal?” the genius boy asked.
“The Bloody Sun Sword?”
The children’s lips ford tiny circles, for though the Blood Seeking Sword had been much better than the Blood Spilling Sword, the Bloody Sun Sword was at least as grand!
Adam smirked playfully, thinking about how it would be said in his accent.
“Taygak. Thank.” The young Iyrman clasped her hand in the martial greeting.
The Kal returned the greeting and swiftly retreated from the estate, the youth following after him with equally swift steps. "I hope you have taken in their lessons."
"It is as you say, Fariq Thanwi," the woman replied, while the other remained dazed.
'The world is so vast...' the young man thought, staring up towards the sky, the sun having passed the zenith, beating down upon his skin, upon his heart.
Rushad hoped his apprentice would overco the wall, though it was good the fellow had co across Laygak at this ti, for...
Rushad blinked.
'Did he say he was the least talented?' Rushad thought, still leading the youth away. He began to regret stepping away, however, the overwhelming pressure of the Iyrn there had forced him away, and as much as he wished to create a connection to such a great group, the Iyr were very particular since their children were about. 'I shall pray this much is enough.'
As the heart of the Fariq Thanwi remained under such tension, another tension threatened to break within the estate he had just left.
'How long is this potion going to last?' Adam thought as his eldest daughter turned eldest sister hugged him tight, hearing the swaying of her tail behind her.
"This is our eldest kaka, kaka Konarot, and kaka takes such good care of us," Jirot inford. "This is kaka Kirot, and she also takes such good care of us, and this is papa Karot, and he is so well behaved, just like papa Jarot."
"Hello," Adam said, sward by his children turned siblings, threatening to drown in their affection.
"We have another papa too, papa Larot, but he is at ho, and, um, there is papa Xarot too, and they are both so well behaved."
"Do we have another sibling?" Adam asked.
"There is kaka Virot who is..."
Adam remained silent, holding his sister's gaze.
"Virot is Virot."
"..."
"Virot is Virot," the girl repeated, as though confirming the phrase to herself. "Kaka Virot is... she is... a sweet girl..."
Adam held the girl's eyes, which were mixed with a complicated emotion, though she refused to say anything else about their adorable kaka, who was... her adorable kaka.
"How can you not introduce to my greatson!" the old Jarot grumbled, picking up the halved elf, almost tossing him into the air, his eyes sparkling with delight. "You are so well built! Yes! You are well built, just like your father!"
Adam glared down at the old man, his cheeks flushing a deep red. 'You old geezer, just you wait...'
'This may be the greatest joke...' Mulrot thought, holding the halved elf within her gaze, and once she wielded the great weapon known as her greatdaughter, holding the halved elf upon her lap.
'I wish to spoil him too,' Sonarot thought, the woman's face matching her daughter, who wished to spoil her husband turned son, the pair of won allowing the older generation the chance to ease their hearts.
'How can they bully this hard?' the boy thought as he ate from his greatmother's fingers.
One of the many figures yawned, glancing aside to the halved elf, and then to Tanika, the sand giant who watched as the halved elf squird under their affection. 'I should begin to train her properly...'
Lani's eyes fell to the teen, who seed to be on a great ascent, and yet she was ant to be the Sword of the Lady? Her eyes slowly trailed towards her brother, who shrugged his shoulders, and then continued to sip his tea lightly. At this ti, there was sothing more important than their pride.
'We have done so little,' Lani thought, her heart aching. She wished to step out. She wished to wield her blade. She wished to co across a beast or two, or perhaps one of the various elental creatures which dared to step out within the land of Aswadasad, and to wield the fine blade at her side, which could only be wielded by the Sword of the Lady, for it was a gift from the Divine herself.
Her eyes slowly shifted to them.
They were the reason she couldn't draw her sword.
"Do not forget," Korin called, sipping the last of his tea. "They are your nieces and nephews too."
Lani bowed her head lightly and said no more, though Elif at her side squird lightly, for it had been almost a year since she left ,and yet...
A few hours passed, with Adam struggling to eat, for the world had beco so much larger, and so he needed smaller utensils, and with his elders all trying to feed him, his heart ached, not that he would complain. Then, finally, he was back to his normal, fool, ridiculous self.
The old Jarot let out a long sigh, glancing to the side, mourning the greatson he once held within his arms. 'I should have claid him the entire ti...'
"Daddy! Jirot called. "You missed eting our papa!"
"Oh?" Adam replied, holding the girl's gaze, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What was his na?"
"Um. Mm. Adarot?" Jirot tilted her head.
"I see! He must have been so cute and so wise since he is your mother’s son!"
"He was so cute and so wise, because he is mother’s son!" the girl confird, the pair side eyeing one another.
"Did he cause any trouble?"
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all," she assured, peeking up at her father playfully. "I miss him already, daddy..."
"Aw." Adam's heard throbbed lightly. "Hopefully one day he can return, maybe not after spending so much money on a potion..."
"Daddy!" Jirot gasped, blinking rapidly as the thoughts returned to her. "Did you spoil mummy properly."
"I think so?"
Jirot sighed, clasping her hands behind her back. "If only you were more like my papas, I would not worry."
"That felt too real my dear." Adam picked her up and kissed her cheek, feeling her cheek press against his own.
"Silly boy…" Jirot said, to her father, and to the brother who would one day return.
One of the Iyrn yawned, one of the two who wielded a bow, though he was not Raining Bow. 'It seems the the Gak family is on the rise…'
A red skinned girl appeared, holding a tray of snacks for the old man, who smiled and accepted a snack, though first fed the girl, then poked into the fruit. 'To think all four families possess such great talent at once…'
Tarvol looked towards the sky, the sky which expanded from Aswadasad to the Iyr, beyond Aswadasad, beyond the Iyr. It was this sky they all knew, and they all lived under such a sky. Yet, even under such a sky, was it fair to them all?
And…
'Will the Iyr allow such?'
PATREON FOR 30 CHAPTERS!
I already miss our little Adarot.
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