[1054] – Y05.054 – Noonval Festival I

[1054] – Y05.054 – Noonval Festival I

“Nano, I look so booteafull?” Jirot asked, her amber eyes so bashfully gleaming towards the old woman, her lips puckered up so expectantly.

“You always look so beautiful,” Gangak confirmed, brushing the girl’s cheek with a thumb.

“Just like mummy,” the girl whispered shyly, her lips forming a long smile. Jirot wore a blue, sleeveless dress, the frilly skirt like ripples in a pond. Atop her head she wore a long hat, made of light straw, with a ribbon she had picked out sewed to the wide brim. A gourd hung at her side, full of water.

Little Jarot beamed up towards his grandmother, within his blue sleeveless shirt and his grey shorts, cut at the knee. He also wore a pair of gourds at his side, one that was full of water, and the other, with the black lid, full of chilled berry milk. His father had already warned the boy that the milk would taste different during the noonval festival.

“I almost did not recognise my little Jarot, but you are always so handsome, like your father, yes?”

“Yes...” The boy flushed, hugging his nano’s knee, the woman pulling the twins close.

“Buu,” Virot grumbles, strapped within the leather and cloth contraption, worn against her father’s front.

“What’s this? You love me so much? I love you too, my Virot.” Adam planted a firm kiss on her forehead, but the girl glanced over to her mother, who checked the triplets gourds, making sure they were full. “You silly girl, mummy can’t wear you, she’s already got a baby in her tummy.”

“Huu,” Virot complained, but she squealed with delight as her father blew a raspberry against her neck, kicking out her legs.

Jurot threw a glance down at his son, who stared up at the man shyly, before hiding his head against his father’s chest. After a few moments the boy glanced upwards again, smiling, before hiding his head against his father’s chest once more.

Jurot wrapped an arm around his son’s back, holding onto the back of a leg, rubbing it gently. He held the boy close to him, lost within his thoughts.

Pam smiled sadly as Jurot held their son so close. Jurot, who previously found it difficult to understand, only knew what to do after the deaths.

The gentle thrum of music guided them all through the roads of the Iyr, until it was eventually replaced by the smell of food. Snacks of heavily fried dough, skewers of meat and vegetables, thick, fluffy bread. Thankfully, many Iyrmen offered cool drinks. Gangak carried a basket of food, adding little bits of the various foods into it, while some of the children nibbled on the food as they walked.

“Jarot,” Jirot called, holding up her little wrap, but the boy glanced away. “You do not want to eat?”

“No...”

“Okay.” Jirot bit into the food, trailing her brother’ side as they followed their nano through the festival.

A mass of Iyrmen remained near the stream, sitting beside it, resting their feet within the water. It was no deeper than a pinky at its deepest, and to one side, the Iyrmen pulled up the buckets from the wells, filling the gourds for the children.

“Don’t drink the stream water, it’s too dirty to drink, okay?” Adam said, allowing the children to rest near the stream, each sitting at the edge of the stream and relaxing. The triplets all lay around their mother, who sat within a large chair, the ends of their tails dipped into the water.

Lanarot tore a piece of bread and shoved it into her mouth, chewing it slowly. She glanced up towards her sister, holding up a piece of bread for her. “Kaka Pam.”

“Lanarot,” Pam called, reaching down to hoist the bread from the girl’s fingers, before bringing it to the girl’s lips. “You should eat this bread.”

“Kaka, you must.”

“I will eat later,” Pam assured, while Lanarot gave in to her, eating from her fingers.

“Mmm. This bread is so good, so yummy, but I like kaka’s bread more.” Lanarot continued to eat the bread, dipping it into the red sauce, which was sweeter than it was spicy.

Pam smiled, reaching down to wipe the girl’s face clean with a cloth, using some water from her gourd to wet the cloth to wipe away the sauce from the girl’s lips. “I will make you bread later.”

“Your father will make bread too?”

Pam smiled slightly. “I will ask him to make you bread.”

“With jam?”

The purple threatened to invade the sky as the Iyrmen gathered together in the evening. The children painted their papers, each assisted by their elders, from their siblings to their grandparents. Lokat assisted little Larot, who drew a simple curve across the paper, before Lokat tied the paper to the sticks, and formed the lantern.

“Oop!” Adam said, snatching his daughter’s hand, dunking it within the water. “That’s not for eating, you silly girl.”

“Haa!” Virot gasped, before the swirls of blue within the water distracted her.

“You are doing so well!” Turot praised, helping little Gurot while Asorot helped little Murot.

“Papo, I do good too?” Little Jarot’s expectant eyes met Turot’s.

“You always do so good,” Turot assured, ruffling the boy’s hair, before he turned his attention back to his younger siblings.

Nirot helped the triplets, each who painted the papers lightly, though Karot remained focused upon the paper, holding the brush like a dagger. Nirot waited for him to begin painting, but the boy remained completely focused on staring at it, as though a viper poised to strike.

“Booboo,” Damrot said, staring at his father.

Jurot placed a hand upon the boy’s bottom. “You wish to talk?”

Damrot stuck his hand inside his mouth shyly, before he turned onto all fours, crawling away to his mother. Jurot remained uncertain of what to feel, but in his heart, he understood his son crawled so well.

“Brother!” Lanarot exclaimed, holding up her lantern. It was completely blue, save for one face, which was plain, the lantern always containing a single blank side. “You see?”

“As vast as the sky, as deep as the ocean, my sister’s smartness knows no bounds,” Adam said.

Lanarot blinked. “It is blue, silly brother.”

“Ah, of course,” Adam said, resisting the urge to hug his sister and spoil her with so many kisses. Instead, he picked her up and kissed her forehead, hugging her tight. “What a lovely lantern you have made. Did you have fun?”

“I have so much fun,” she confirmed.

“Daddy, look,” Jirot called, showing off her lantern, which was covered in lines of all manner of colours, and little dots within of more colour. “I use all the colours!”

“Wow! Amazing! My daughter is an artist too?”

“No, I am not artist, I am your daughter.”

“Ah, of course.”

Jirot reached out to her father’s leg. “Daddy, you are lucky you are so handsome.”

“I am?”

Jirot huffed, glancing over to her mother, who returned a tired smile. “So lucky.”

“Kaza,” Mokan called, the boy pouting.

“What’s wrong, Mokan?” Adam asked, placing his sister down, before rubbing the boy’s cheeks.

“Tolleh.”

“Ah, of course.”



Ah, of course.