[1727] – Y07.227 – A Festival In Our Hearts VII

The stream was cool, bringing with it the chill of the upcoming duskval. The triplets sat upon the stone floor, the cool streams flowed across their bare feet. Their eyes remained glued to the water, noting their silver eyes reflecting back towards them, their faces familiar, yet unfamiliar.

"Kako, the stream does not have fishes?" Konarot asked.

"No. It is not that kind of stream," Kitool replied, sitting opposite the children, the cool water flowing along her feet, which were so much bigger than the children's, even as Kirot shuffled, placing their soles together, trying to wrestled with her kako, but even with the strength of her mighty tail, she was unable to defeat her kako, who was too strong.

Too strong.

"It is a relaxing stream," Konarot agreed, raising back her toes over the waterline, then curling them back them in, watching as her toes slipped within, under the water, and feeling the water over her toes, before raising her toes once more, doing it again and again.

It was hot this day.

Karot blinked.

He yawned lightly.

The heat, it always did this to him, but as they remained with their feet and legs within the water of the stream, it kept away the sleepiness which threatened to invade him.

However, they had spent so much time fighting off the heat in Aswadasad, Karot flexed his muscles, and he concentrated, and concentrated, until, finally, his elder sisters offered a hand each, and as he took them, he leapt onto his feet, and they pulled him up, and he floated through the air, but within his heart, he was flying.

"Kako, do you not like to fight?" Kirot asked.

"I will fight if I must."

"Kako, you did not answer." Kirot narrowed her eyes, and she made to speak, but did not speak the words, for she was uncertain if she could with this kako.

"Sorry.” Kitool blinked. “I... sometimes like to fight."

"Sometimes, I like to fight too." Kirot nodded her head.

"Do you fight?"

"No."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Kako, I can fight you?"

"I do not wish to lose."

Kirot flushed, smiling as she did, and slowly turned her head. "Kako, you flirt."

Kitool's lips twitched slightly.

As they made their way to watch the fights, of the river arms they had seen their nano use, while others wrestled, and some even fought with steel, the children ate their light snacks, of various fruits, vegetables, and even exploded kernels of certain grains, lightly spiced, and, since their kako was a genius, and so wise, she brought them flakes of baked fish.

Kako is the best!

"Ayda Jayga!" Virot exclaimed, pointing a finger. "Not right! Not right!"

"It is a good thing I am not an Elder today, for I have been granted permission for the next two days," Jaygak said, picking up the girl, slightly tanned from trouble, with her almost amber eyes, her dark hair, and her chubby cheeks, which remained puffed up, until Jaygak kissed them, causing the girl to glance away, but she no longer pouted.

"Kaka, you must be nice to kako Jaygak," Jirot said.

"No!"

"I tried," Jirot said, shrugging her shoulders, glancing aside, half peeking towards Jaygak, who held the girl's gaze.

"You seem to have misunderstood, my dear Vigak, for I am your kako Jaygak, and it is I who is able to defeat even your elder kaka, as well as even your mother." Jaygak inhaled deeply, causing the girl to squirm, but Virot squealed and cried as Jaygak blew raspberries into her neck.

"Kya! Eya! Kya!" Virot squealed, laughing and howling, tears threatening to slip down her face.

Jaygak inhaled again, causing the girl to squeal again, and Jaygak continued to torture the girl until she understood, her head resting within her bosom, no longer causing any trouble. However, Jaygak checked the girl's clothy, and took her, along with the twins, away to change her.

Once Virot was cleaned up, they made their way around to play a few of the games, with Jirot focused on the little beanbag within her hands, and as she tossed it, it flew through the sky, and arced in such a way it landed directly within the centre most basket, perfectly, a gentle, soft poomf as it did so.

Jirot's mouth formed a tiny circle, but then she stood, reaching up to brush her shoulder. "Easy peasy, lemon squeezy."

Little Jarot tossed his own beanbag, but with too much strength, and so it cleared the entire lot. He blinked.

"Papa, you are too strong now," Jirot said, placing a hand upon his shoulder, letting out a sigh, as though her brother had grown too big.

Virot tossed her beanbag out from Jaygak's arms, though as it struck the edge of the central basket, it skipped along and dropped within one of the larger baskets on the outer edge.

"Ooh! Good job, Virot, good job!" Jirot called.

"Goodh! Jub!" Virot declared, claiming victory.

"Virot!" Damrot declared, pointing from his father's shoulders, and soon his father's shadow engulfed the three children.

"Did you see the fights?" Jurot asked.

"Not yet."

"Grandfather is to fight soon," Jurot said.

"Babo?" Jirot gasped. "Virot, are you ready?"

"Reh dee!"

"We must go!"

"Go!"

Thus, they went, and thus, Jarot spilled blood.

It was at that time, when he was spilling blood, howling with laughter, while his greatchildren watched, Fred stared out to the terrifying form of the Iyrman, who only knew to slay. Apparently, he was quite the monster, that was to say, it had been apparent to him, and years past, the old man had caused nightmares to run through his grandparents' generation, and even to his own parents' generation, and yet when it was time for him, such a name had long faded.

How?

How did such a name fade?

It was he who had caused such a large mess, and yet, just like that, he had all been forgotten? It didn't make any sense at all.

Another pair of eyes watched as Jarot fought a second figure, one who had quite the name for himself, one who Jonn would have trouble against, and yet the old man continued to dominate. The half elf closed his eyes, and considered his previous Order, and how powerful they had seem, as though their swords could pierce the sky, and yet, the sword may have been larger than before, but the sky, it was ever more expansive.

PATREON FOR 30+ CHAPTERS!

Our babo is the strongest.