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[1392] – Y06.292 – Sorrowed Hearts II
🕑 Added 2025-10-06 17:00:14 +0000 UTC“Kaka, reading,” the little girl said, holding up the book towards her eldest sister, the girl’s eyes so full of hope.
“Okay,” Konarot replied, allowing the girl to climb onto her lap, the two cuddling for a long moment, Konarot nuzzling Virot’s leaf shaped ear, before opening the book, allowing the girl to look at the shapes, while Koanrot read, her finger trailing under each word.
Virot sucked her thumb, her head resting up against her sister’s chest, half sleeping on the girl. However, even if Virot was so heavy now, Konarot did not refuse her youngest sister’s affection, rubbing her cheek atop the girl’s head, something which was a little more difficult on her triplet siblings, but Virot had no horns to scratch her cheek.
Kirot and Karot sat opposite, with little Damrot between them, the boy listening quietly to the tale. The trio enjoyed the eldest child reading to them, yawning lightly, growing tired with each passing moment, until Virot, too, began to yawn.
“Sleep?” Konarot asked.
“Sleep,” Virot confirmed, allowing her eldest sister to pick her up and carry her, the five year old carrying her youngest sister, waddling her way to their home, finding their mother following after them. Meanwhile, Damrot lifted off the floor, the boy turning up to look at his babo lifting him up with an arm. He blinked and smiled shyly, the old man claiming the boy as his own.
“Xarot?” Konarot asked.
“He is already sleeping,” Vonda explained.
“Ock,” Konarot exclaimed, reaching up to cover her eyes. “Mummy…”
“What is wrong?” Vonda asked, reaching down to rub her daughter’s cheek gently, pressing her thumb against the tip of her nose gently.
“I did not kiss,” Konarot replied, her ears, lips, and tail dropping.
Vonda could not hide the smile upon her face, brushing her daughter’s cheek, glancing aside towards the triplets, who also pouted, for how could they not kiss their youngest sibling at a precarious time like this, when Jirot and Jarot were gone? They had to watch over Virot and Xarot carefully, more so than usual.
“In the morning I will remind you to kiss him twice as much, but for now we must let him sleep since he is so small and requires more sleep, yes?”
“Okay…”
Vonda assisted the children with their night time routines, making sure to brush their teeth, wash their face, and then changed Virot, who certainly caused a mess within her clothie at this time just to trouble her mother. The triplets all surrounded their young sister, sleeping all around her, while the girl clutched her blanket tight in hand. Vonda smiled, settling herself in the corner, trusting her toddlers to watch over their slumbering sister well, the girl already snoozing peacefully.
Meanwhile, the old one armed Jarot held Damrot against his chest, allowing the boy to sleep peacefully against his chest. ‘Did you think I would forget you too, my Damrot? I will not, I will not.’
Pam couldn’t help but feel a little lonely without Damrot, but she also didn’t wish to deny that crazy old man one of his greatchildren since it was an awkward situation. She had already seen the way the darkness clung to him, the old man emanating a grave aura, the kind that kept her away.
‘He must miss them so…’ Pam thought about how much trouble the twins, mostly one twin, almost exclusively that twin, would cause her, but also just how much the two would trouble themselves for her.
As the void of the twins became more evident to them all, there was another Void which stepped through the Iyr’s land. He was adorned in the starry sky, a large hat which provided a shadow against his terrifying aura, with seemingly no weapons, a figure that would perhaps have been threatened within the land of those known by the dragons as the Deathsingers, but all he could feel was a single set of eyes.
‘To think you’ve asked me for such a favour,’ the mysterious figure thought, having spent the last few days doing what he did best, and though it was not his favourite art, it was an art he rarely utilised, a treasure to wield indeed.
‘To be able to use this technique again, upon…’ He thought about the bodies which required him to wield his art. He never thought he would use that art again for the likes of such figures, especially considering whose land he was currently within, that of the Lord of Death’s.
‘Should I have mentioned who else I used this art for?’ the figure thought, considering the gaze upon his skin, but he decided against mentioning it. ‘I suppose I should be glad I have paid off my debt, and considering the Thirteen Guardian Stars are unaware…’
As he approached the edge of the Iyr’s land, not daring to utilise any of his arts while upon the Iyr’s land, he stepped forward, finally out of the Iyr’s land, and now under the gaze of many others. However, now with a step off the Iyr’s land, the world around him began to shatter, like a broken mirror, and the figure disappeared, as though he had never existed in the first place. Though they probably sensed him, it was already too late, for he was gone.
Before dawn had come to the Iyr, they had stepped near, but seeing as the Iyr had sent…
“How may I assist,” the old woman asked, bald, serene, though she held the power to at least clash with one of them.
They decided against tempting the Iyr, for whatever had happened, it wouldn’t affect the rest of the lands. Whatever secrets the Iyr possessed, they were the Iyr’s to keep.
As dawn came to the village, the Administrator greeted the guests. “Do you wish to remain for another day?”
“No, I fear I am quite the fool, so if I remain, I definitely say something that will offend someone greatly, and then…” Adam chuckled playfully, reaching out a hand to shake Mirac’s forearm, feeling how strong his forearm was, something he had half expected. ‘His sister said he was the weak one?’
Mira watched as the group left, half with the thought she should follow them, but her mother forbid it, not wanting her to get herself killed. She had doubted her mother, but if there was a small chance she caused trouble with the Deathsingers, it was a chance her mother would refuse to take. However, a few drakken fellows followed them out, riding their large mountain goats, which were almost as large as horses, but slightly wider, still strong enough to carry the drakken within their scale armour, each wielding large spears.
As they continued along their way, a short while before approaching the gates, Adam had spotted something.
“Hello,” the half elf called, staring down at the little rodent creature, which breathed wildly as it lay there under the sun. It wasn’t quite so little, quite chubby in fact.
“It is thirsty and hungry,” Jurot said.
“Hungry? He eats more than me with a stomach like that.”
“He is a fat hill rat,” Jurot replied.
“A what?”
“A fat hill rat,” Dunes confirmed.
“That’s it’s name?”
“Yes. It is fat, commonly found in hills, and a rat.”
“Are you pulling my leg?”
“No.”
“Wow,” Adam said, glancing down at the creature.
Jurot ended up feeding it a berry, allowing it to sip out of his hand, and the rat stared up at him. The creature turned to look at Blues, who stared back.
“Blues outranks you,” Jurot warned.
“Squeak.”
“Let’s call him Browns, since he’s a small little critter?” Adam offered.
“Okay.”
“Blues, make sure you get along with Browns.”
“Teet.”
“Did you understand.”
“I will inform Blues,” Jurot assured.
‘Oh, right.’
As they approached the next village, the guards at the gate noted the kind of guards accompanying the group. They raised their brows, but the drakken guards riding their mounts shook their heads, since these figures weren’t the kind they needed to silence, but the kind they wanted out of their lands swiftly.
“Oh?” Adam noted the large riverboats nearby.
“May we take the riverboats?” Jurot asked.
“If you have the coin, we have the wood,” the drakken replied.
Jurot took a moment to consider, but he decided against buying any this time, but accepted the transportation, allowing the half elf to pay for it.
‘Oh? It’s cheaper than I expected…’ The half elf handed over a gem worth a hundred gold to pay for the travel, half expecting to get ripped off the next day.
Once they were on the ships, the half elf continued to think about how they were going to get ripped off, but as they approached the docks on the river, but a mile away from town or so, the drakken made no indication to rip them off. Even as they stepped off, other than a small fee to use the docks, they were not charged anything else.
‘The drakken are pretty nice, huh?’ Adam thought, thinking about coming by now and again, without realising how badly they wanted him out of their land.
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Spreading the tales of Adam. When his kids venture the lands they would fear and awe the children of the Crazy Father.
