Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG [846] – Y03.146 – Thoughts of Family III

[846] – Y03.146 – Thoughts of Family III

“Nano!” Jirot shouted, removing her thumb from her mouth as she squealed with joy.

Gangak held out her arms and the tiny girl squird out of her greatfather’s arms, the tiny girl still giggling and squealing so eagerly as she climbed into her nano’s arms, before she offered the sa to the younger sibling who followed after his sister.

“Nano, you are here,” Jirot said, wrapping her arms around the woman’s head, her saliva brushing off the older Iyrman’s neck.

“Nano…” Little Jarot cuddled up to her bosom, sucking his thumb shyly as he looked up at her.

“My greatchildren, did you miss ?” the older woman asked, peppering the children with kisses.

“Yes,” Jirot replied, leaning in to kiss the woman’s cheek, her brother doing the sa on her other cheek.

Gangak smiled, settling beside the older one ard Jarot, pulling them closer to her chest. “Are you enjoying the festival?”

“I eat the pizza, nano,” the girl said. “I drinking the mik, I eat the pizza, I seep.”

“They are fighting, nano,” little Jarot said.

“Who is fighting?”

“Mmm, all the big.” The boy pointed away.

“Yes.” Gangak smiled wider. “We Iyrn like to fight, and sotis we fight for the show. Did you enjoy the fighting?”

The boy shook his head lightly, pouting.

Gangak laughed. “Do not worry, little Jarot. We fight so you are safe.”

“Daddy is fighting?”

“Your father fights to keep you safe too.”

Little Jarot smiled shyly once more, before returning back to suck his thumb.

“Daddy is slly boy,” Jirot said, her face in shock from her words, expecting her nano to reprimand her.

“Your father is not a slly boy,” Gangak said, brushing the girls curly hair. “Is your nano slly?”

“Mmm…” The girl thought for a mont. “Sotis you sll like fire.”

“I do not sll like fire any more, do I?”

“No,” the girl replied, shaking her head. “You sll like nano.”

Gangak smiled.

“What do I sll like?” their greatfather asked.

“Babo sll like babo,” the girl replied, her brother nodding his head.

“Babo sll like babo,” Konarot confird from nearby, bringing a small bowl of fruit for her greatfather and greataunt.

“Hmmm…” Gangak reached down to pet the girl’s head gently. “You have such great manners. You have too many greatchildren, you should surrender so to .”

“You cannot steal my greatchildren away from ,” Jarot growled in response.

“Jirot, do you want to be Jigak?”

“I not Jigak, I am Jiwoh,” the girl replied. “Mamo Jaygak is Jaygak, not Jaywoh.”

“Do you miss your mamo?”

“No,” the girl replied with a smirk.

“I am sure she misses you,” Gangak said, gently rocking with the twins in her arms. “Konarot, do you miss your papo and mamos?”

“I miss daddy,” the girl admitted, pouting.

“He will return soon.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Not tomorrow, but soon,” Gangak assured. “When he returns, you must hug him tight.”

“Yes,” Konarot replied, her tail swaying behind her as she stood taller.

“Konagak also sounds like a nice na.”

The girl’s lips ford a pout and she looked to her greatfather.

“Do you see what you have done?” Jarot held out his hand for his greatdaughter, who held the old man’s hand, sitting beside him. The younger triplets also sward around their greatfather.

“What of Larot?”

“You cannot take Larot from !” Jarot growled.

“You have too many, give one to .”

“If you wish to steal them, do so when their father is here.”

“Do you think I will not?”

“Stealing is no good, nano,” Jirot said, pointing up at the woman. “Iyrn do not steal.”

“How are you so wise?” Gangak asked, pulling the girl up to rub her cheek against the girl’s forehead.

“I am so smaht,” the girl replied, smirking slightly. “I am so much twubul.”

“You are no trouble at all, my Jirot,” Gangak said, kissing the girl’s forehead. “My Jarot, you are even less trouble, yes?”

The boy smiled before returning back to suck his thumb, hiding his face into her shoulder.

“My Jarot is so well behaved,” the old Jarot said. “He has my na, but she has my fire.”

“If it is fire, then she should be a Gak.”

Jarot growled quietly, before pulling his greatdaughter onto his lap. “Do you see this? How can she take my greatdaughter away from ?”

“Not nice,” Konarot said, pouting up at Gangak.

“Ah, my greatdaughter is telling off,” Gangak said. “How can this be?”

Jarot felt the rush of cold seeping into Konarot. He reached up to the girl’s head, pulling her to his chest, his thumb brushing along her forehead. “It is fine, since your babo will not allow it.”

Gangak could see the way Jarot was looking down at the girl. “Do not worry, little Konarot. I cannot steal you away from your father.”

“Cannot…” Konarot confird, rubbing her cheek against her greatfather’s chest, feeling his hand against her forehead and hair. It was a strong hand, scarred and calloused.

Jarot did not wince as the nubs ground against his chest. He continued to rub the girl’s head and brush her hair tenderly, feeling the girl’s body warm up. ‘Why do you grow so cold, my Konarot?’

While the children spent ti with their families, each ready to fall asleep, their papo worked his magic with a baker.

‘How amazing,’ Pam thought, having recalled all Jurot had managed to complete within the last few years she knew of him. He had started off as a young man, and though he was still a young man, his token was that of steel.

“You’re awfully impressive.”

“My impressiveness is not awful,” Jurot replied.

“That’s not what that ans.”

“It was a bad joke.” Jurot nodded his head.

Pam furrowed her brows, before realising what he ant. “I wouldn’t say nothing like that to an Iyrman.”

“You may speak freely.”

‘Damn it, Jurot! You were doing so well!’ Adam thought. ‘Do I need to step in.’

“Coming to blows with figures like that, it must have been like a dream co true for you as an Iyrman.”

“Yes,” Jurot replied, the shadow of a smile forming on his face. “It is fun to clash with great figures.”

“You Iyrn are always like that, enjoying your fights.”

“Yes.” Jurot puffed out his chest further.

The bell rung as Adam stepped into the bakery, having allowed the farrs and porters to leave with the extra bread for their families. “Let’s grab a few more buns and head out. Jam buns, if it’s not an issue.”

“No issue at all, not with the gem you paid with.”

“Good, good…” Adam smiled, patting his brother’s back. “Jurot here, he’s quite capable you know.”

“I noticed. You’re both quite capable, aren’t you?”

“I’m useless in comparison to my brother here,” Adam said. “He probably hasn’t ntioned all the tis he’s kept alive. Jurot here, he’s got the smarts to keep out of trouble, and the wisdom to step in whenever I go too far.”

“You’re making it sound like you’re so kind of nightmare.”

“A nightmare isn’t far enough,” Adam admitted. “Still, I’m a nightmare my brother can handle. Speaking of, did he tell you about why he fought with the Marshal of the East?”

“He ntioned there was an issue with the business and so nobles?”

“The Marquise of East Port was eyeing up so of our workers, and she wanted to take them from us.”

“The Marquise?” Pam asked. She tried to recall the ranking of the nobles. She knew that the royalty of the Kings, Queens, Dukes, and Duchesses were at the top, and at the bottom were knights, who were barely noblefolk, and then Barons and Counts.

“We were travelling around with Sister Vonda, this was before she was a Ray, and the Marshal wanted to kill for protecting the kids. Jurot here, he didn’t want that to happen, so he stepped forward to protect . He’s the best brother ever.”

“I am a great brother,” Jurot confird, feeling his cheeks and ears begin to burn slightly with embarrassnt.

“Jurot’s willing to clash with the Marshal of the East for soone like his family…” Adam smiled politely. “Speaking of family, I’ve got so many kids, but his grandfather keeps telling him to find soone nice. Isn’t a sha that this handso fellow, with these large muscles, is going around fighting so much, but not thinking of his parents?”

“He’s got a filial duty to get married, but I don’t think we’ve to worry, since Iyrn will marry when they get married,” Pam replied.

“Right, but uh, don’t you think, you know, he’s a great guy?” Adam asked, raising his brows expectantly towards Pam.

“I think so. I don’t think he’ll have any trouble finding anyone, as long as they’re not spooked by the Iyrn.”

“Yeah, it is awkward since so many people are so scared of Iyrn…” Adam paused. ‘How obvious do I want to make it?’

“It is good we are feared,” Jurot said. “The Aldish should not forget why they fear the Iyr.”

“…” Adam glanced towards his brother. ‘Bro. Co on.’ Adam cleared his throat. “Anyway, Pam, uh…”

“Yes?” Pam smiled politely.

Adam looked towards his brother, who felt his gaze and glanced his way. Adam raised his brows, motioning his head towards Pam.

“What?” Jurot asked.

“What do you an, what?” Adam asked, before switching to their tongue. “Ask her out.”

“Ask…” Jurot replied in their tongue before pausing. ‘What?’

What?