[885] – Y03.185 – Duskval Festival I (NEW)

[885] – Y03.185 – Duskval Festival I (NEW)

Jarot and Gangak remained at the shared estate for a few more days, understanding it would be the best time for them to spoil the children without Adam, since, as they had predicted, he would be right back to work.

‘Now that I’m almost done, I probably should send word to everyone about finishing their payments,’ Adam thought, making his way to enchant. He stopped on the way to the shrine. ‘Right, I also need to do that, don’t I?’

Adam completed all but one of the enchantments he needed to complete for the business for that year. However, the last enchantments he needed to complete, for the business and for his personal tasks, were the most important of all.

He held his youngest son within his arms, while the light rain fell across the Iyr. The gentle pitter patter of the water rhythmically falling. Konarot sipped along her warm milk, before offering some to her father, her siblings already finishing their own sips.

“It’s okay, you should drink it all up,” Adam said, reaching over a hand to brush her hair. ‘I should probably finish the weapon I owe to the fort, and then I’ll work on theirs? No, I should work on hers first.’

Adam continued to enchant until the last week of duskval, with one more day of enchanting left. However, in fear of Jirot’s wrath, Adam refused to enchant, for it was that time of year.

“Stop right there,” Adam said, holding out his hand towards his children. “Don’t you know it’s illegal to be this cute? You’re coming with me!”

Adam’s six children all wore the attire of the Iyr, with all those within the Rot family wearing identical outfits. They wore grey clothing, the Rot family symbol of a blue circle and diamonds embroidered along the shoulders where the outer shirt cut off at an angle. They also wore a deep blue sash around their waists, which kept their outer shirt contained together, rather than with buttons.

“Silly daddy,” Jirot replied, while her father reached over to pull her in close for a tight embrace. Eventually she sat down, ready for her father to brush her hair, the half elf smiling with such joy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Adam asked, smiling towards Lucy, who had readied herself to brush Jarot’s hair.

“Adam...”

“Lucy....”

“This entire year I’ve behaved so well,” Lucy stated.

Adam inhaled deeply, before bowing his head gently. Lucy sat and brushed Jarot’s hair beside his father. Vonda watched them from the side, watching them silently. Konarot and the others waited for their father to be done, and even Jarot, who allowed Lucy to comb through his hair, allowed his father to brush his hair too.

“Ray Vonda,” Lanarot called, holding up a brush towards her, her tiny expectant eyes beaming with delight. Vonda smiled and brushed the girl’s hair, the girl’s heart beating quickly, understanding Vonda was someone of significance.

“Mama, look,” Lanarot said, bowing her head so her mother could see the top of her head. “Ray Vonda buhrushed my hair!”

“How wonderful,” Sonarot said, brushing the girl’s cheek, the girl's smile shining so brightly in the duskval air.

"It is Ray Vonda," Lanarot said, still shining brightly.

"Yes."

"I am Lanawoh, not Ray."

"Yes. You are Lanarot, daughter of Sonarot."

‘My brother and sister are the cutest,’ Adam thought, leaning back as he held Larot against his chest. “Oh? Are you sleepy?”

Larot replied with a yawn, while the other children also began to quieten. Vonda and Adam took them to an estate, with the Iyrmen paying close attention to the pair. There were already several other children preparing to sleep within the courtyard. Adam placed Larot down in the corner, while an Iyrman approached.

“Are you Adam?” the Iyrman asked, one who was slightly grey of skin, with tusks at at the corners of her mouth. Her tattoo was that of a central red tilted cross with yellow hollow ovals emanating out from it. She wore a bronze tag.

“That’s right.”

“Okay,” the Iyrman replied, before stepping away.

“Are you a member of the Var family?” Adam asked.

“I am,” the Iyrman replied, bowing her head knowingly.

Adam bowed his head in return. ‘I should really speak with Okvar more.’

“I am not Vah, I am Roh,” the tiny Jirot said, yawning, before she rested her head against the pillow.

Adam ushered his children to sleep, before quietly slipping away as other Iyrmen watched the sleeping children. He sat against the side of the estate, sitting at a free table, while Vonda sat opposite him.

“The Iyr’s festivals are always so lively.” She glanced across towards the centre of the district, where most Iyrmen were enjoying their time.

“I’m glad they made the outskirts quieter,” Adam admitted.

“Adam?”

“Yes?”

Vonda felt her heart beat swiftly. She had tried to push through the words before her throat stopped her, but it seemed her body was too keen on betraying her. “I am glad we are friends.”

“Me too...” Adam smiled. “Who else is going to keep me from being such a chaotic moron.”

Vonda smiled. “Konarot will stop you, since she is so wise.”

“Jirot will enable me.”

Vonda smiled wider. “She will.”

While they enjoyed the peace, a little girl screamed for blood, while her elder brother held her upon his shoulders.

‘Your lungs are so strong,’ Jurot thought, the shadow of a smile upon his lips.

Just a wholesome chapter and nothing crazy happens next chapter...