[890] – Y03.190 – Days of Nightval II

[890] – Y03.190 – Days of Nightval II

As snow fell across the Iyr, little Jarot yawned, tilting his head back, before he saw the upside down face of his father. The boy smiled towards his father, who continued to gently brush his hair.

“Are you still sleepy, Jababy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to go back to sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Oh dear, oh dear. If you go to sleep, you won’t be able to eat your potato.”

“I do not want to sleep.”

“That’s what I thought.” Adam finished brushing his son’s hair, which was as long as his sisters, falling down almost to his shoulders. Adam leaned down to kiss the boy’s forehead, before letting him go, going on to brush his youngest son’s hair with his hand. ‘I really should do more with you...’ He planted a kiss on the tiny boy’s forehead, hot to his lips.

Larot glared to the side, letting out a huff.

Adam cut into his twin’s potatoes, the children watching as the steam rose from within. Jirot reached for the potato, but Adam grabbed her hand, tickling her palm with his thumb. “Let me butter and salt it, first.”

“Okay,” the girl replied, squirming slightly as she narrowed her eyes, plotting a mischief, before deciding against it since the potato was almost ready.

“Uncle Shikan,” Adam called, while he nestled fried meat within the cut of his potato. “I’m going to ask you for a favour soon.”

“What is the favour?”

“I can’t ask yet,” Adam replied, his lips forming a small smile, filled with an innocent mischief.

‘...’

“Daddy, what ah you doing?” Jirot tilted her head downwards and raised her brows, as though daring her father to act up.

“You will see.”

Jirot raised a finger towards her father. “You ah making trouble?”

“I am always making trouble, since I am your father.”

“So smelly, daddy.” She pulled back slightly, cackling as she reached for her grandmother’s sleeve.

“How can you bully me like this, my dear?”

Jirot looked away from her father before returning back to the potato, picking it up with her tiny hands, before slowly biting into it. To her, the potato was almost like salya in the way it easily gave in to her teeth.

Adam stared at his little girl. The girl who spoke so much, and caused him so much trouble. He recalled her when she was smaller, and would smile so joyfully towards him, just like now. Her smile then was more innocent, though she would always leave him the best gifts within her clothy. His children always looked at him with such delight, and he was glad the Iyr had raised them so well while he was out adventuring.

‘So many debts...’

It was late afternoon when it happened.

It was any other day within the Iyr. The Iyrmen moved about, moving this thing over there, and moving that thing over here. It was not the seventh day of a week, which meant Adam was enchanting.

‘Please, Bell.’

[That is not how it works.]

‘Please.’

[...]

XP: 15 200 -> 200

‘Thank you.’ Adam felt a deep chill within him as his Experience slipped away. ‘Thousands of gold and even more XP. Still, it’s more than worth it.’

Adam returned to the estate with a small smile, one he could barely hide. Lucy glanced over towards him, Jarot within her arms, and Jirot upon her back, her arms wrapped tightly around her neck. However, the pair squirmed away from her to follow after their elder siblings to embrace their father now that he had returned.

“You shouldn’t thank me until you hear about the enchantments.”

“What do they do?”

“They’re hard to break, and they can be summoned. She just needs to focus, and they’ll appear with her. They have to be in this realm, but yeah.”

“...”

“Ah, right. She’s... she’ll be good at seeing things and hearing things, and she’ll be able to see in the dark too.” Adam decided against saying more. Technically, she wasn’t just good at seeing things and hearing things.

Avitis

Requires Attunement

These glasses are difficult to break.

These glasses may be summoned as a Swift Action as long as they are within the same realm as the user.

While wearing these glasses one is considered Mastered in the Perception skill.

While wearing these glasses one may roll Perception checks requiring sight twice and take the highest.

While wearing these glasses one gains Darkvision up to 50 metres.

‘They are like the Eyes of the Eagle,’ Shikan thought, though they were slightly different. “Thank you.”

“Any time.”

Inakan continued to squeal as her mother talked to her. “Mommy!” She reached up to feel along her mother’s face, the sight of it so different, but the feeling was definitely that of her mother. “Mommy!”

“Inakan,” Arokan replied, embracing her tight.

“I will repay this debt,” Shikan said.

“Don’t mention a debt,” Adam replied, waving his hand dismissively.

“Daddy!” Jirot called. “Inakan can see?”

“That’s right. The glasses make Inakan see.”

“Ooooh! I can see, daddy.”

“That’s right, you can. Inakan always had difficulty, but now, with those glasses, she can see even better than you.”

Jirot blinked. “No! I can see so good! I eat all the tatos!”

“That’s right.” Adam ruffled her hair.

“Cousin Adam,” Taygak called, approaching the half elf. She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Good.”

Jirot’s hair swirled as her head snapped towards her father.

“That’s right, I’m very good, aren’t I?” Adam smiled.

The other children swarmed around Adam and began to thank him, each patting his shoulder, from Raygak to Katool.

“Good job, daddy, good job,” Jirot said, patting his knee.

Jurot glanced between Inakan and her parents, and then to his cousins who were praising his brother. The relief in his uncle and aunt were obvious to him, while the admiration of the children were obvious to all. The satisfaction on Adam’s face said so much, that one needed to be blind not to notice.

“How much did it cost?” Shikan asked.

Adam let out a soft sigh. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Jurot crossed his arms, watching as Lanarot pat their brother’s shoulder.

“Good job, papa.”

“Right?” Adam asked, swallowing his sister within his arms. “I should get a kiss from you, right?” Adam tapped his cheek.

Lanarot grabbed her brother’s face and kissed his cheek, brushing his hair with a small hand. “Good job.”

Jurot’s entire body flexed, tensing up, before he finally relaxed. ‘I want children too.’

Oh no.

Adam's too strong!

He's corrupted Jurot!