323. Jurot’s Siblings

323. Jurot’s Siblings

While Adam went to teach Churot, the children of the shared family estate were sent to the Gak main family estate. It was hastily executed, but the Iyrmen were used to executing plans quickly and efficiently, and the children enjoyed playing with their distant relatives so they were happy to leave.

All save for Lanarot, who remained with the adults and the teens.

The little girl stared up at her family, from her mother to her aunts and uncles, before leaning her head back to look at her older brother, the handsome young man who held the same symbols on his forehead as her mother.

His mother had made sure Lanarot and Jurot were together, so the young man could build a greater relationship with his sister.

Jurot felt the girl’s head on his chest, so looked down to meet her gaze. Lanarot smiled, before squealing and giggling as she clapped her hands together. Jurot placed a hand on her head, and gently brushed her hair, as his mother would do, regardless of if he was a boy or a man.

Lanarot started to giggle wildly, hiding her face into his chest, before she looked up at him, catching his gaze, causing her to giggle once more, hiding again into his chest.

‘Small,’ came the thought to Jurot.

Lanarot was allowed to stay with them because she was still young, too young to remember the stories which would be said. The children knew that the Iyrmen left during the Twilight Month, and it was to fight various creatures, but that was all they knew.

As the drinks were brought out, and the meat was beginning to roast, the story began. Jaygak and Kitool spoke their tale, telling the Iyrmen of what they had done during the Twilight Month.

Their parents listened intently. They hadn’t known they were going to hear the story so soon. They never would have expected that the pair would have gone to represent their family so quickly. The pair had spent less than a year adventuring, and had managed to become Experts, something which was only in their wildest dreams.

The pair spoke of what had happened, from the slaying of all manner of creatures, to the fact that there was seemingly someone else who had appeared too. They all had their suspicions about who it could have been, but they all worked on a need to know basis, and so let their suspicions rest.

“Bloodseeker did so well,” Jaygak said, hugging her sword.

“Isn’t that Stormdrake?” Jogak asked, raising his brow at his daughter.

“It’s Bloodseeker in spirit,” Jaygak replied still holding her new sword. She hadn’t meditated with it yet, but had trusted Adam’s words on how amazing it was.

“It was a most fortunate encounter,” Kitool said. After the month, she had more than just stabilised her strength. She was confident in her abilities, and understood that soon she’d be able to gain greater strength, as long as she followed Adam.

“You never know, I might be stronger than you by the end of the year,” Jaygak said, chuckling at her aunt.

“You’re still ten years too early to think about fighting me,” Kaygak replied, reaching over to pet her niece’s head.

“Did you miss me?” Adam asked, rubbing his cheek against his sister’s, tickling her with his beard. Lanarot clapped her hands and squealed in response, and Adam peppered her with his kisses. The way he had been invited suggested that something was happening at the shared family estate, but he didn’t notice anything different.

Once the families each returned to their homes, preparing to sleep, Adam brought Jurot up. He unwrapped a blanket, which held a small sack. “Look,” Adam said, revealing the treasures which had been given to him. “These are the scales the children gave me for my birthday.”

Jurot noted that they were scales which were from dangerous monsters and made of rare metal of the Iyr.

“Katool gave me this picture she drew.” Adam revealed the picture to the Iyrman, chuffed to bits. “She’s so cute. You’re never going to believe what she did!”

“What did she do?” Jurot asked.

“Hold on, look,” Adam said, picking up the shield. “Turot gifted me the shield.”

“Grandfather’s shield,” Jurot said, nodding his head. “It was gifted to Turot when he was young.”

“I had to give up the axe, but Turot gave me his shield,” Adam said delighted.

Jurot nodded. “Turot is a good boy.”

“Isn’t he?” Adam chuckled. “You should have seen Katool. She tried to get me killed.”

Jurot raised his brow, and Adam began to explain what had happened. He listened to Adam’s tale, but all the while he couldn’t help but think about how happy Adam was about receiving the items from the children. He had kept all the items safe, with the picture in its own little box, and the scales in a pouch, wrapped in paper.

‘These small trinkets mean so much to him,’ Jurot thought.

“She was so cute when she was crying,” Adam said, laughing. “She’s such a good little girl. You think Lanababy will say that sort of thing about me?” Adam reached up to his heart, gently rubbing it. “I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Jurot smiled. “It would mean I was her favourite brother.”

Adam blinked. It was rare to see Jurot smile like that, and it was rarer to hear him wanting to be close with their sister. “It’s treason, then.”

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Unrivalled Under The Heavens? No.

Lanarot's Favourite Papa? Yes.