300. Adam and Lanarot

300. Adam and Lanarot

Omen: 6, 7

Adam awoke early that morning. Regardless of what he had rolled, he had planned the day in a particular way, and he was going to follow it through.

He trained hard that morning. He ran ten laps around the courtyard, before completing fifty push ups and fifty squats, having Nobby follow him. Once his warm up was complete, he lifted a heavy sack around, completely a full body routine using the weight of the sack, resting as Nobby took the sack to copy him.

‘I hope they finish the dumbbells soon,’ he thought, finding the sack awkward to manoeuvre.

“Alright,” Adam said, finishing his routine. “Good work, Nobby. I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Yes, mister boss,” Nobby replied, watching as Adam picked up his sister, a pack filled with fresh food and more, and left them.

Adam walked around the Iyr, trying to recall where it was.

Then he saw it.

The domed roof.

He approached the building, feeling the warmth radiating from the air.

“What are you doing?” an Iyrman asked. She was a young Human Iyrman, and she stared at Adam with a suspicious look.

“I’m about to take my sister for a bath,” Adam said, motioning down to Lanarot, who looked up at the woman.

“You must be guided by an Iyrman,” she said.

“I am,” Adam said, motioning down to the girl, who was hiding in his chest.

“The child?”

“It’s Lanarot, daughter of Sonarot,” Adam said.

The young Iyrman stared at Adam, trying to understand what he was saying. “She is your sister?”

“Yes. Her mother is my Aunt, and her brother is my brother,” Adam explained. “I am Adam Fateson, Nephew of the Rot family.”

“Who is your Elder?” she asked.

“You’re growing up so well, Lanababy.” He kept brushing her hair as she ate, causing her to look up at him constantly. He recalled how she had been so small and light not long ago.

“Look,” Adam said, pointing out towards the Iyr, towards all the buildings ahead. “This is the Iyr. Iyr,” he said, wondering if she’d speak back. “This is your home. It’s your papa’s home too, and your mama’s.”

Lanarot bit into some more bread, before looking up at Adam when he mentioned her mother, before looking around to try and find her.

“Look, it’s me, papa,” Adam said, rubbing her hair gently, before she returned back to eating her bread, no longer interested as she could not see her mother.

“The Iyr will keep you safe, Lanarot.” Adam looked down into her eyes, as she looked up at him upon hearing her name. She babbled a question up at him, pointing up before grabbing his beard with her hand, before letting him go.

“Yeah, it will.” He rested his cheek against her head, before kissing her forehead. “The Iyr will make sure you grow up healthy and happy.”

Adam looked out to the Iyr again. This was the Iyr, filled with thousands upon thousands of the craziest people he knew. There were times he was more ridiculous than Iyrmen, but he was nowhere near at the level of the Iyrmen

Lanarot sipped her water, sighing from how good it was, before babbling quietly. She looked at his bread, seeing how Adam had yet to take a bite, before leaning in to bite it.

“Hey,” Adam grumbled. “Do you like papa more or do you like bread more?”

Lanarot chewed the bread happily, sipping some more of her water, before leaning in to take another bite of the soft bread. Adam pulled it away from her, eating some of the bread himself. ‘It is some good bread.’

“You are going to grow up big and strong, Lanababy. The Iyr will make sure you do so. You’ll grow up, and you can do whatever you like.” Adam motioned a hand out in front of him. “If you want to be the Chief, I’ll make sure you become the Chief. If you want to become the Queen of Aldland, I’ll try my best to make sure you’re able to become the Queen.” Adam brushed her hair again, as she leaned back and looked up at him, finishing off her salya.

The Iyrman in the shadow nearby listening intently to Adam’s words. ‘He really does speak dangerously.’

“If you want to rule the world, then I’m going to have to inform your mama that you’re an idiot and there’s nothing I can do to help you.” Adam kissed her forehead. “If you want to do nothing and just kick it for the rest of your life, I’ll make sure you can do that. No one will be able to force you to do anything, not when I’m your brother.”

Lanarot giggled in response, sticking some bread into her mouth, chewing it noisily, before laughing up at him, almost choking on the bread.

Adam wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a tighter hug. “The Iyr will protect you well. It has so many great warriors, some of them unmatched. If it doesn’t protect you, then I will, no matter what, my little Lanarot. I’ll make sure you grow up well. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not any Human, Dwarf, Devilkin, whatever. No Eldritch bas-“ Adam cleared his throat, trying not to curse. “No Eldritch baddies either.”

Lanarot grabbed at his collar and pulled herself up, staring up at his face. She squealed and babbled at him noisily, wanting to play with him now that she had finished her food. Adam bit into the bread, before taking out the sandwich he had made for himself.

As Adam brought the sandwich in for a bite, a shadow formed over him. He looked up to see a familiar form, one he hadn’t expected, especially not alone. “What are yo-“ Lanarot slapped Adam across his cheek, before leaning in to bite into his sandwich.

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Lanarot asserting her dominance.

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