HBWnovel [1100] – Y05.100 – Leaving
[1100] – Y05.100 – Leaving
[1100] – Y05.100 – Leaving
The older Jarot carved into his baked potato, biting into it, tasting the blandness that was the soft, pillowy potato as it melted in his mouth. He reached for his cup of milk, sipping it lightly, his eyes peeking to one side.
Little Jarot licked his lips, glancing up towards his greatfather, noticing he had moved on to his cup of milk, so the boy did the same. As the older Jarot poked his potato once more, little Jarot did the same, chewing the meat of the potato slowly, swallowing it quickly, in tiny amounts.
“Would you like some butter too, my boy?” the crippled Iyrman asked, spreading a tiny sliver of butter within his potato. When little Jarot shook his head, the older Jarot sprinkled the tiniest pinch of salt upon his own potato. “Salt?”
“Soht?” Jarot asked.
“I want soht!” Jirot called, her brows arching upwards expectantly, the girl puckering her lips.
“Of course, my Jirot.” The old one armed Iyrman sprinkled a healthy dose of salt for his greatdaughter. “Would you like just a little bit?”
“Little bit...”
Adam kept an eye on them from the corner, swallowing his nerves, allowing the old man to test his son’s limits.
Jarot picked up the tiniest amount of granules, less than ten individual granules, before sprinkling them across a half of the baked potato. “There. Just a little bit.”
The boy continued to poke at his potato, eating tiny slivers, about a finger nail’s worth with every bite. Adam reached out now and again to warm the potato using his magic, making sure it didn’t grow too cold, as the boy continued to nibble away at the potato before almost a quarter of it was gone.
Once dinner was done, Adam held his twins within his arms, while his eldest trio all curled up around him.
“Gosh. Who eats as well as my Jirot and Jarot?” Adam rocked from side to side gently, against Kirot and Karot, whose tails swayed to the beat of their father’s joy.
“How you can be so lucky, daddy?” Jirot joked, cuddling up to her father’s chest.
“You’re right,” Adam whispered, smiling wider, before rubbing his cheeks against their foreheads, his heart threatening to burst. ‘I’m definitely the luckiest man in the whole world!’
Little Jarot smiled, sucking his thumb lightly, while his free hand gripped at his father’s shirt, gripping it tight. He did not wish to let his father go in this moment, and deep within his heart, the boy hoped they could stay together forever.
As the snow engulfed the Iyr in white, the triplets charged towards their baba, who reached down to tickle their ears with his coarse hand. “This time is is your mother who has brought you?”
“Daddy still working,” Konarot replied, before picking up the small wooden container from her waist, opening it up. “I bring snacks.”
“What lovely snacks,” Tonagek replied, before noting the expectation in her eyes. “May I have one?”
“Baba, you must eat one,” Konarot confirmed.
“If I must then I must,” Tonagek replied simply, before reaching down to pluck one of the small nutballs, chewing it slowly, feeling the way the ball stuck to his teeth. “It is good. I will pour the tea, you can set the board.”
“Okay!”
Vonda smiled, watching her eldest daughter play with her baba, meanwhile Danagek and Dagek glanced her way, smiling up at her. She sometimes played with the pair, but they were always so excited to see her since she was their kaza’s wife.
“Eeeeeeehuk!” Xarot cried, his tears flowing down his face, before his mouth was suddenly occupied, and he slowly sucked the milk out of his aunt’s teet. He stared up at the woman, recognising her, before he relaxed, his eyes half closing.
“If your father finds out you cried while I was watching over you, he’ll tease me,” Pam said, brushing the boy’s thin hair, before noting his leaf shaped ears. She tickled them gently with her finger tip, and the boy shuddered awake. “Sorry!“
“Oobooboo!” Virot exclaimed, motioning her hand to the snow, as though it had the audacity!
“It is too cold?” Jurot asked.
“Ha!” Virot continued to point at the snow with her entire hand, the same way her elder sister would.
“It is often cold in nightval,” Jurot said.
“Hu?” Virot’s brows raised in alarm, the girl staring up at her uncle, frozen in shock. Her hazel eyes took in the sight of the her uncle, who would sometimes feed her berries, and she turned to face Damrot, who glanced up at his father, smiling slightly. The girl looked down at the snow, and squatted to pick some up, before holding it up to her uncle.
“...” Jurot accepted the snow, and the pair stared into one another’s eyes expectantly, and Virot’s lips turned into the most wicked smirk, the tiny girl sauntering off, satisfied with her mischief.
Damrot blinked at Virot, before cackling lightly, rushing after her, tripping over into the snow, hoisting himself up, following after his cousin with his front and side coated in white.
Jurot stared at the snow within his hand, following after the pair. He caught Nirot’s eyes, the young woman’s eyes darting down to the snow within Jurot’s hand, which he had carried for the last ten minutes.
“Virot! Damrot!” Jirot called out, darting away from Laygak, the girl hugging her younger sibling and cousin. “You are causing trouble for papo?”
“Oboo.”
“Good,” Jirot said, brushing the girl’s cheek. “Only a little bit?”
Adam greeted each of the other children, glancing around for Jaygak and Kitool, then Raygak and Saygak. ‘Seriously! How could they work this much?’
Adam allowed the Iyr to blind and deafen him as the chariot pulled him away to one side, to a lake he had never seen, before he noted the pair who had been waiting for them. “Who are these strangers?”
“Still not funny,” Jaygak said, shaking his forearm, doing the same for Jurot. “One last time?”
“One last time,” Jurot confirmed, the pair sharing a knowing look.
“We can just keep doing this,” Adam offered.
Jaygak laughed. “You didn’t bring anything magical did you?”
“The only thing magical is this bracelet,” Adam said, revealing the bead bracelet Elsie and her siblings had made for him. “I didn’t even bring my amulet.”
“Okay.” Jaygak glanced aside to Jurot, Kitool, and then Adam. “Let’s go.”
Adam wasn’t sure why they couldn’t bring anything magical, but he decided against asking, following Jurot into the lake, alongside Jaygak. They waited knee deep within the lake for a moment, before it began to glow, and Jurot submerged, followed quickly by the other three, and the trio left.
As the stars in the night sky twinkled, the brothers clasped forearms.
“I should leave soon,” Tarot said, the Iyrman smiling sadly.
“You should greet them before you go.”
“I am too weak.”
“They are your greatchildren too,” the old one armed Iyrman grumbled.
“I am too weak,” Tarot repeated, smiling sadly. “I am glad they are... Iyrmen now.”
“They have always been Iyrmen,” Jarot stated firmly.
Tarot slowly nodded his head, but he could feel the chill within his heart. “They will be raised without me.”
“You asked for a child to be named after you, so return quickly, you brat!” Jarot growled.
Tarot chuckled, sipping the rest of his tea. He waited, for there was still some time left for him to speak with his brother. “Diamond?”
“Diamond! With a brother who wishes to claim Diamond within the Guild, how could he not reach such a height?” Jarot howled with laughter.
“Is our family growing too strong?”
“We must. Our family has those many wish to kill.”
“The Iyr may not allow it.”
“They must.”
“Let us hope.”
“Hope?” Jarot inhaled deeply, narrowing his eyes. “There is no doubt.”
Tarot nodded affirmatively. He swallowed, feeling his eyes well. “I was gifted the chance to become a Grandmaster, but I could not help my greatchildren.”
“Let us hope you will never have to.” Jarot poured his brother one last cup of wine, the pair raising their cups, before sipping their wine. “You should see them.”
Tarot smiled slightly, seeing as how his brother was pressing the matter. “I will not see them before I am strong enough to take them from you.”
“Can you do it?”
“I must?” Tarot replied, his voice light, and their laughter fell into the darkness of the last night of nightval.
Then it came.
The Twilight Month.
It was not just any Twilight, however.
He's always working!