Omen: 4, 10

  Adam awoke early in the m, staring at the ceiling.

  ‘Couldn’t I have ented something else with that 14 from yesterday?’

  He trained with the other Iyrmen, running along the courtyard, weightlifting with rocks, before they bathed auro the estate for breakfast.

  Sonarot fed Lanarot with a cy spoon, the girl barely managing to keep the food inside her mouth rather than outside around her lips.

  “Hey, Jurot,” Adam whispered, taking a sip of water to calm down the heat against his tongue.

  “Yes?”

  “Lanarot is eating soft foods using a spoon,” Adam said.

  Jurot nodded.

  “Why don’t you make her a wooden spoon?”

  “We have cy spoons,” the Iyrman said. “There is o make another spoon.”

  “Yes, but the cy spoon wasn’t made by you, was it?”

  “No.”

  “Then why don’t you make ohat way your sister will use something you’ve made for her. Doesn’t that mean she will grow well because she’s eating from something you made?”

  Jurot remained silent for a long while, eating the spicy bean dish which Jogak had made.

  Retly he had felt something off about his heart whenever he held his sister. The thought of his little sister using a spoon that he had made, growing up well because of him…

  Adam’s words had taken root deep within his heart.

  “I will make one,” Jurot said.

  Adam smiled, gd that Jurot had accepted. ‘He’s still hesitant about helping his baby sister. I wonder if the Iyrmen don’t really form attats to their children or younger siblings personally?’

  Adam recalled how Jaygak treated Raygak, with how she would bully the boy. Jurot would also treat Turot well, and he would oftehe boy whenever help was needed.

  ‘Is it just because she’s too young that he doesn’t uand?’

  There were no puters or mobile phones in the Iyr, so Adam had more time to py with Lanarot without something more fun calling him.

  Sonarot couldn’t help but smile at Jurot, who was deep in thought about how he wao make the spoon.

  She hadn’t expected Jurot would ever think about something like that.

  After breakfast, Adam made his way out, making his way to a number of other estates, carrying with him the pack of gifts, his generosity having made quite the dent in the number of gifts he still held.

  “Who are you?” an Oricsh Iyrman asked.

  “Adam, son of Fate,” Adam said, noting the woman’s tattoos. A red cross with yellow hollow ovals. “You must be a Var.”

  “That is right,” the Orcish Iyrman said, smiling down at the Half Elf. “Then you must be the son of Fate.”

  “I’m gd you’ve heard of me.”

  “Are you here to see Okvar?”

  “If he’s around, but I have another matter to deal with.”

  “He is around.” The Iyrman guided Adam around to Okvar, who was currently leaning ba his chair, snoozing quietly.

  As the Iyrman approached, Okvar opened his eyes to stare at them, his gaze then falling onto the Half Elf, reition taking over the annoyance of being awoken from such a lovely nap.

  “M Okvar, I hope I didn’t bother anything too important.”

  “You did not,” the Iyrman said, standing to greet Adam properly. “Have you e to speak with me?”

  “Not particurly,” Adam said.

  The Iyrman beside him threw a look to Adam, as though she had beerayed.

  “I just came here to say thank you for your help with Aunt.”

  “There is no need for thanks, son of Fate.” Okvar smiled, uanding why Adam felt as though he o e. He was someone from outside the Iyr, and he was unaware of their ways.

  ‘No, that is not true,’ the Iyrman thought. ‘Adam is a Nephew of the Iyr.’ Okvar o be careful to treat him like a Nephew of the Iyr and not a Guest of the Iyr.

  “I came her to give gifts to the children,” Adam said. “I retly returned from an adventure.”

  “I am gd to hear you returned from the adventure safely.”

  “Yeah, I mao sy twons.”

  Okvar stared at him.

  “I’ll ask Jurot if he is able to tell the tale, he’d be much better,” Adam said. “I o find the other families too, and I’ll set a date and time ter, if it isn’t an issue.”

  “That is quite the introdu of a tale.”

  “What I say?” Adam fshed a smile. “Now you’re ied iale and the children will be eager to hear it.”

  Okvar nodded. “Very well. I hope you have brought gifts for all the children, otherwise the others will cry.”

  “That might not be the issue you have,” Adam said, smirking slightly.

  Okvar hadn’t uood, not until his you son looked up at him, reag for the sed Dragon scale tentatively.

  Okvar stared at the Half Elf. “You have brought multiple gifts?”

  “I have.”

  “Dragon scales too?”

  “Yes.”

  Okvar stared at the Half Elf long and hard. “Dragon scales are worth a lot of gold.”

  “How much gold?”

  “Each Dragon scale is worth at least its weight in gold.”

  “They don’t weigh that much,” Adam said.

  “Even the least valuable Dragon scale is worth at least a gold .”

  Adam whistled. “That’s not too shabby.”

  “These scales you have gifted, though small, are of at least average quality. Are you certain you wish to gift them?”

  “Yes,” Adam said.

  Okvar bowed his head. “Make sure you all thank Adam for the gifts properly.”

  The same situation arose at the estate with the Nuus, the Oojs, the Wirs and the Jyns.

  He didn’t know most of the people he had spoken to sihose he had left with seemed to be busy with other matters.

  “Oh, it is you, Adam,” Rokat said, sharpening her give.

  “It is me,” Adam said, nodding his head towards the beautiful Devilkin Iyrman.

  “I have heard that you had sin twons.”

  “You’ve heard?”

  “I have,” Rokat said. “My sister had spoken to me of the matter after cheg up on the girl, Lanarot?”

  “Ah,” Adam said. “She checked up on her?”

  “It was a few days ago, when the Dragon Queen appeared.”

  “Ah, Entalia? I didn’t see her that day.”

  “I believe you were enting.”

  “That would make sense,” Adam said. “She checked up on Lanarot?”

  “A check up for the girl’s health.”

  “Did she say if Lanarot was healthy?”

  “If there is cause for , then the girl’s mother would know.”

  “Right, makes sense.”

  “Why have you e?”

  Adam raised his pack, which was much lighter now. “Gifts.”

  Adam handed out the gifts, going through the same hulballoo as he had.

  “What is with all the otion?” Lokat asked, returning to the estate as she stared at the children all chatteriween one another, arms full of gifts.

  “Hello,” Adam said, smiling at Lokat.

  “It is you, the Nephew of the Rot family.”

  “Yeah, that’s me,” Adam replied.

  “I had not expected to meet you so soon,” Lokat said.

  “What I say?” Adam replied. “I like to show up into people’s lives like a whirlwind.” Adam gnced up towards the sky. “Not quite as predictable as this storm.”

  “It is thanks to the predictability of the storm that we are able to deal with it,” Lokat said.

  Adam wasn’t sure if it was a threat. “How do you mean?”

  “It is thanks to the predictability of the storm that we are able to pce the barriers required so the Iyr does not flood during the stormy weather.”

  Adam stared at her. “Oh,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t think about that.”

  Lokat nodded. “Is there something you required?”

  “No,” Adam said. “I have given my gifts and now I shall leave.”

  “Gifts?” Lokat asked.

  “Yeah, I returned from my adventures and wao say thanks for the st time.”

  Lokat bowed her head slowly, her thoughts pag quickly. ‘Is he trying to earn our favour?’ Adam knew about her retionship with Elder Peace, and so perhaps he was trying to earn their favour to bee closer with the Great Elder? ‘A mistake on his part.’

  Adam smiled towards her. “I’ll find out when Jurot is free to tell the tale, so see you.”

  Lokat nodded her head.

  With that, Adam had finished with all the gifts he had wao give out, he returned back to the estate as the rain fell.

  He remained with the others, speaking with the party, as well as Jonn and Brittany. They were beginning to get used to the Iyr, though they were still astonished by all the people here.

  ‘I should probably ent some when I have a det Omen,’ Adam thought. ‘Otherwise we’ll get sick of talking to each other.’

  He pyed with Lanarot, this time spping away on a drum as the thunder rumbled. She had found it didn’t taste very good.

  Jurot blew the dust off of his spoon, staring at it. He had been carving away quietly for hours since Adam and he had st spoken.

  “Nice spoon,” Adam said, noting how the bottom of the spoon had been carved into the shape of a dragon, though it was still smooth.

  “Yes,” Jurot said. “It is.”

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  Adam is really sus to Lokat, but no one bme her.

  Jurot uanding how to bee closer with his younger sister. Making spoons.