139. Thunder in the Iyr

139. Thunder in the Iyr

‘Small,’ Jurot thought.

He held Lanarot in his arms, their eyes glued to each other’s.

Jurot didn’t feel especially close to his sister, though he would no doubt die to defend her.

However.

For a little while now, he had been swallowed by an all consuming thought.

His heart kept pounding within his chest violently, thundering like a storm.

His thoughts were only on his little sister, Lanarot.

‘Hot.’

Her body was so hot to the touch, and as he placed his hand over the girl’s chest, causing her to twitch and look down at his hand, he could feel how rapidly her heart beat.

‘She is chubby,’ Jurot thought, gently rubbing her stomach. ‘Those arms are so small and feeble. Were mother’s arms so small when she was a baby? Were mine?’

Those tiny, chubby arms, which would one day wield an axe to hack into her worst enemies.

Then their eyes met again.

The dark eyes of most Iyrmen.

Yet, these eyes they possessed were very specific eyes.

Their eyes were dark, yes, but they were exactly the same as another Iyrman’s.

Though the pair were the son and daughter of Surot and Sonarot, and whereas Jurot looked almost identical to his father, they had both inherited their mother’s eyes.

So when Jurot stared into his sister’s eyes, he found his mother’s eyes staring back, the same eyes he had become so familiar with over the years.

Lanarot, who was looking at this relative stranger, could also see those same eyes she had seen for her entire life, staring back at her on a stranger’s face.

She would continue to stare into her brother’s eyes, sometimes her eyes dancing across his entire face.

Their hearts continued to pound wildly, as though synchronised to their own metronome.

“Yo Elder Zijin,” Adam called, waving a hand to the Orcish Iyrman. “How are you doing this fine day?”

“I am doing well, Adam,” Elder Zijin said, wondering what kind of trouble Adam was going to get up to today. He was currently within a warehouse, checking the various resources.

“I was hoping to discuss with you about whether I could create bespoke magical weapons for the Iyrmen.”

“What is it that you wish for exactly?” Elder Zijin asked, narrowing his eyes slightly at the Half Elf. He wasn’t sure what kind of game Adam was playing today, and he was on high alert. If Adam did something terrible under his guidance, then it would be Elder Zijin who would have to suffer.

“I want to create weapons, enchant those weapons, and sell them to the Iyrmen for a fair price.”

“And?” Elder Zijin asked, waiting for the moment Adam would reveal his true deviousness.

“Uh,” Adam replied, blinking at the Elder. “That’s it?”

“That is it?” Elder Zijin stared at the Half Elf. “You came all this way to ask just that?”

“Yeah,” Adam replied, simply. “Well, I also need permission to use the enchanting shrines too.”

Elder Zijin had smirked when Adam said he needed something else, but he frowned when Adam asked for something reasonable. A deep sense of disappointment filled his soul.

“She is the Head of the Rot family,” Elder Zijin replied, simply. “If not her, who would we speak to?”

“Me?” Adam replied. “What’s the point of bothering my Aunt with that sort of thing?”

“It is her responsibility. She will protect you from minor matters, and she may have a reasonable explanation for whatever issues arise. If it is more serious, then we will bring it to your attention. You do not need to stress about small matters, Adam.”

“Aunt is busy raising my adorable little sister,” Adam said, sternly. “Don’t bother her with mundane matters.”

“I will take your words into consideration,” Zijin said.

Adam nodded. “Thank you for the conversation.” The Half Elf turned and left, making his way back to the family estate.

‘Is he really not gay?’ Elder Zijin thought. ‘Is he really an Elf?’

When Adam returned back to the estate, he found that Jurot, who had finished eating, having chewed on his thoughts as he ate, was staring at Lanarot, who was returning his stare.

Sometimes the little girl would giggle and twitch, before falling still again, taking in his sight.

‘Cute,’ Jurot thought. ‘Cutest In The Whole World.’

“Wait,” Adam said, quickly rushing up beside Jurot, slowly snaking his arms around the girl. “You can’t just hog her for yourself.”

“She is my sister,” Jurot said, not letting her go.

“She’s my sister too,” Adam replied. “You got to play with her for lunch. Don’t be greedy.”

Jurot let his sister go, but stared down at the chubby girl, who squirmed slightly in Adam’s lap, before looking up at him.

“Did you miss me, my little Lanarot?” Adam reached up to tickle her nose with his finger.

She giggled up at him and clapped her hands, before reaching up to grab his finger.

“How cute,” Adam said.

“Cutest In The Whole World,” Jurot said.

“Right?” Adam continued to tickle the little baby’s nose, causing her to sneeze weakly. “Even her sneezes are so cute.”

Jurot would have thought that Adam was crazy, but there was something wrong with him at that moment.

Rain began to fill across the Iyr, and soon there was a flash, and moments later thunder rumbled in the distance.

The noise made Lanarot shudder and cry, causing Sonarot to pick her up to soothe the girl.

“There, there,” Sonarot said, patting her back. “The storm has begun, Lanarot.”

“You make it sound like it’s going to last a while,” Adam said, retreating back into the estate.

“It will,” Sonarot said. “Until evening, every day for this month.”

Adam blinked. “That sounds horrible.”

“You will get used to it.”

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