Chương 1521: [1430] – Y06.330 – Troublesome Children V

'Grandfather,' Jurot thought, for the old one armed Iyrman glowed gently with Jirot and Jarot within his arms, the children smiling so brightly. A trio charged through through the entranceway, charging towards their parents, only to hear the squealing delight of their little sister, so they veered off towards the twins and their babo to greet them first.

Konarot hugged her babo first, while Kirot hugged Jirot and Karot hugged Jarot, each circling around to embrace one another and lightly kiss one another, a carousal of affection.

"Don't worry," a voice said. Jurot turned to face his brother, who watched the six greet one another, holding his grandfather within his gaze with a focused look, before his eyes softened as the triplets swarmed him, and then his brows raised, making the children veer off to their mother first.

"…" Otkan noted how rapidly her cousin's mood had soured, exchanging a look with Gangak and Mulrot.

"Now that everyone is back…" Adam began, his eyes darting towards his younger cousins, who had begun a lighter education, more so a focused play, but they had returned for their noon lunch too. He couldn't do this without them, though. The box was deep red, and as Adam twisted the latch, the metal whirred, clicking at least a dozen times in a moment, to reveal the glittering dragonglass, those which caused Jirot and Jarot to lean in, the glass sparkling so vibrantly.

"Wow!" Jirot gasped, staring at the beautiful dragonglass, peering even closer.

"This dragonchess set was very expensive, so you can't lose the pieces or anything, okay?"

"Okay!" Adam peered to the side, towards the awaiting Konarot, whose eyes coveted the dragonglass, but Adam revealed the silver dragonchess set to her, the girl's tail swaying rapidly behind her in delight. Adam reached down to brush her hair, smiling with joy, glad his daughter liked her present. He revealed his other gifts, those to the rest of his children, from the beautiful dagger for a son, the uthur for a daughter, the book and paints for a son, then there came…

Larot and Adam held one another's gaze for a long moment.

'How am I meant to know what you like when you never talk, you punk?' Adam thought, sending over waves of annoyance to his son, who seemed ambivalent to his thoughts. However, the half elf revealed a spear for his son, since at least he noted the boy liked to watch people fight, and he should learn the spear first.

"You little punk, you think just because you bully me, I wouldn't get you a gift?" Adam asked, revealing the gold ring upon a silver chain of simple design, but his daughter reached out for it with almost dragon like greed. Vonda allowed the girl to grab it, but kept a thumb along the chain, pinning it to the girl so she couldn't pull the ring too far away without her knowing.

While his wife was trapped, the half elf smirked, placing a silver necklace over his wife's neck, the intertwining chain as thin as a needle, engraved with Aswadic. He had double checked the Aswadic words, not actually a prayer, but a saying meant for good fortune.

"This gift, simple on the surface, one might think, except it was the Amira herself who gifted this to me for mummy," Adam said, causing his children to let out gasps of awe.

"Dahddy, you know the Amira?" Jirot asked, her brows raised in surprise.

"Of course I know the Amira, didn't you hear the tale?"

"You met the Amira, but do you know her?"

"Well, I mean, we do business, and she treats us quite well, and I'm sure she wants to grow closer with your daddy since your daddy is so amazing," Adam replied. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.

"So you do not know her?" Jirot side eyed her father.

"It is too early, but we are friendly."

"Really?"

"I think so?" Jirot blinked.

"Wow." Adam blinked in return. He was certain she would have bullied him, but he smiled, since this was nice too. He reached down to rub along her cheek tenderly.

"Thank you, darling," Vonda said.

"It's beautiful."

"Of course it's beautiful since you're wearing it," Adam replied, his lips forming a slight smirk.

'Daddy is so good at flirting,' Jirot thought, her eyes darting to her mother's face.

'It is easy since mummy is so beautiful.' Vonda narrowed her eyes but she reached over to hold onto his elbow gently, leaning in so she could rest her head on his shoulder.

"Dear, would you like to meet the Amira one day?" Adam asked.

"Oooh!" Jirot replied with a gasp, clasping her hands together.

"I would love it so much!"

"When we go take the items next time, you can come too." Jirot's smile dropped, the girl holding her father's gaze with her own, the flashes of memories filling her mind. She shook her head.

"No, it's okay! I can stay here, dahddy!" Adam smiled, reaching over to brush her cheek gently, feeling it invade his heart, and his wife could see the dark thoughts flashing across his face for a moment before he calmed down. The half elf then looked to the side, wishing to bury this darkness. Jurot fixed the turban on top of his son's head, a beautiful blue, almost Iyrman blue, a blue which matched his father's tattoo.

The boy sat, wearing a scarf over his shoulders, chains of silver and gold, rings which matched, some bejewelled, others not. The boy's eyes remained fixated upon his father's face, noting his focused expression while the Iyrman was placing him in such attire.

"He looks like a little Shen," Pam said, smiling brightly as her son sat, heavy, not with the typical Iyrman heaviness, but of luxury and privilege, the kind she would have been unable to provide as a baker. Bam, too, watched from the side, for he hadn't expected the Iyrman to dress the boy in such a way, though he couldn't help but admit seeing his grandson in such fine luxury brought an ease to his heart. Jurot looked down at his son, who peered at him in return, smiling shyly.

His heart throbbed for a moment, cementing his brother as a genius among geniuses, for it was he who had revealed such a delight to his brother, the delight of spoiling one's child. Monarot sat in a similar attire, though not draped in silver and gold, instead the girl cuddled beside her brother, sharing something greater than the world's silver and gold, as the boy wrapped an arm around her and held her close.

The other children were quickly dressed in a similar manner, from Inakan to Xarot, the children gathering together, draped in silver and gold. Dunes felt slightly embarrassed, he was the one who had mentioned the phrase last night when they were drinking, having no idea the seed would bloom so the Iyrmen would begin adorning their children in fine attire and silver and gold.

Sonarot sat, looking out to her daughter, who sat with a satisfied smile, no, not satisfied, but the kind of confidence that suggested of course this was normal, for she was an Iyrman, so why shouldn't she wear such fine clothing, silver, and gold? She hadn't realised. Aswadian clothing was so different, and though sometimes they would bring back hats and scarves, rarely did Iyrmen return with clothing.

In fact, beyond that, they did not usually buy jewellery for children, but to see them all adorned in such fine clothing, in such heavy luxury, she wondered how the Iyrmen hadn't done this previously. A few minutes later an older Iyrman appeared, a woman long and thin, like a pencil, who noted the entire group of children sitting near their families, each speaking with such delight and joy.

"Oh?" Adam said, looking to the old woman as she prepared the large sheet of paper under the shelter.

"There are Iyrmen artists?"

"Yes?" Jurot replied.

"I mean, I know there's the one guy, but I meant, there are artists in the Iyr?"

"Yes."

"Could I have just paid an Iyrman to draw my children all this time?"

"Yes." Adam blinked, his mouth forming a tiny circle, his eyes darting between Jurot and then to Vonda, only then for his eyes to widen slightly when looking at his wife.

"Oh my Divines, I'm actually stupid? No. No!"

"Oh no, dahddy is so embarrassing," Jirot said, hiding her face from the artist, who was still preparing her tools.

"What is he complaining about this time?"

"Jirot, we cannot bully daddy, he is really hurt in his heart," Konarot whispered, leaning towards her sister. Jirot peeked at her father, who was hiding his face in shame, and the girl flushed.

"Oh dear, oh dear, what am I to do?" Jurot cleared his throat, revealing a golden necklace. It was needle thin, engraved with symbols all throughout, with a single tiny red gem, cut as small as the nail of one's pinky, but upon the face of the gem an Aswadian symbol of the sun, one of the many, was engraved proudly. The three points facing towards the sky were longer than the six points that pointed to the sides and down.

"Is that for me?" Pam asked, half teasing him.

"It was a gift from the Amira," Jurot explained, clasping it around her neckline, taking the opportunity to allow his eyes to wander.

"I will have to thank her," Pam replied, and since he took the opportunity to allow his eyes to wander, she took the opportunity for her hands to wander.