Timestamp: Winter 10, 504 AV
Rengar looked down at his two daughters, Nylenar, who just turned thirteen, and Gyrya, ten, blonde bundles of energy. They were getting so big, not quite women, but no longer children either. Their mother had already started training them in the ways of suvai and the history and culture of the Konti, but now it was time to learn the ways of their father as well. He'd spent the morning carving them wooden training weapons, as well as a staff for himself. He'd made sure to measure them to the girls arms, and then wrapped the grips in leather. The two girls were still sleeping, for dawn was just beginning to break. He bent down, kissing each on the forehead, whispering their names in their respective ears, loving how their hands scrubbed the sleepiness from their eyes. Nylenar whispered, "What's going on papa?"
"I have presents for you both, but you need to wake up and get dressed, for we have a fun day ahead of us. Now get up Lena, you too Rya."
Ah come on brother, let Rya sleep in, she's still young.
Rengar smiled, Garren always wanted to spoil little Gyrya, for she was his daughter. Yes, both daughters were theirs, but Rengar sired Nylenar, and Garren sired Gyrya. As the daughters slowly got up, Rengar heard soft, gentle footsteps approach him from behind. Without turning, "Hello Nyla." He felt small arms wrap around his waist, her soft body pressing against his hard back, a single kiss placed upon his back. "Hello my loves. Already taking them from me darlings?"
"Only for a little while, they need my teachings just as much as yours."
"I know, but let me give them breakfast before their first day of 'school' okay? Go ahead and give them their gifts, maybe they will want to decorate them."
Garren chuckled inwardly, "Keep laughing Garren, I know you are," which silenced the brother immediately. She was always able to tell the brothers apart and what each was thinking, and it was no magical power. It was just how well she knew them. The girls were up and dressed, Rengar pleased to see that they were both beautiful and strong, as strong as a Konti could look without diminishing their divine beauty. He held out their wooden axes, smoothed and decently balanced, handing the slightly longer one to Nylenar, and the shorter to Gyrya. "Spend a couple of bells, eat breakfast, adorn your weapons, then meet me outside."
He turned to leave, Nyla pulling him down into what he called the double tap, a kiss for each brother. He ruffled her hair, as the girls squealed as they wielded their gifts, arguing about the best way to make them pretty. He grabbed a log on his way out, and his carving kit, and stepped into the humid morning air, Syna just beginning to kiss the sky. He walked over to a clearing near their cottage, sat upon a large rock, and pulled out his carving knife. He studied the log, seeing that the bark was an extremely thin, and white. He would not be able to peel it off with his fingers like he did many other woods. He took the knife, a cut a little notch into the wood, then worked the blade just beneath the bark from there. The bark shredded like paper, so he decided that he'd have to remove the outer ring of wood with it. It was wasteful, but the shavings would at least make good tinder. While his hands and knife worked, going off of the feeling of the wood, and not what he saw, he began looking around the area, watching as Mura began to awaken for its day. |
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