As snow fell across the Iyr, little Jarot yawned, tilting his head back, before he saw the upside down face of his father. The boy smiled towards his father, who continued to gently brush his hair.

“Are you still sleepy, Jababy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to go back to sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Oh dear, oh dear. If you go to sleep, you won’t be able to eat your potato.”

“I do not want to sleep.”

“That’s what I thought.” Adam finished brushing his son’s hair, which was as long as his sisters, falling down almost to his shoulders. Adam leaned down to kiss the boy’s forehead, before letting him go, going on to brush his youngest son’s hair with his hand. ‘I really should do more with you…’ He planted a kiss on the tiny boy’s forehead, hot to his lips.

Larot glared to the side, letting out a huff.

Adam cut into his twin’s potatoes, the children watching as the steam rose from within. Jirot reached for the potato, but Adam grabbed her hand, tickling her palm with his thumb. “Let me butter and salt it, first.”

“Okay,” the girl replied, squirming slightly as she narrowed her eyes, plotting a mischief, before deciding against it since the potato was almost ready.

“Uncle Shikan,” Adam called, while he nestled fried meat within the cut of his potato. “I’m going to ask you for a favour soon.”

“What is the favour?”

“I can’t ask yet,” Adam replied, his lips forming a small smile, filled with an innocent mischief.

‘…’

“Daddy, what ah you doing?” Jirot tilted her head downwards and raised her brows, as though daring her father to act up.

“You will see.”

Jirot raised a finger towards her father. “You ah making trouble?”

“I am always making trouble, since I am your father.”

“So smelly, daddy.” She pulled back slightly, cackling as she reached for her grandmother’s sleeve.

“How can you bully me like this, my dear?”

Jirot looked away from her father before returning back to the potato, picking it up with her tiny hands, before slowly biting into it. To her, the potato was almost like salya in the way it easily gave in to her teeth.

Adam stared at his little girl. The girl who spoke so much, and caused him so much trouble. He recalled her when she was smaller, and would smile so joyfully towards him, just like now. Her smile then was more innocent, though she would always leave him the best gifts within her clothy. His children always looked at him with such delight, and he was glad the Iyr had raised them so well while he was out adventuring.

‘So many debts…’

It was late afternoon when it happened.

It was any other day within the Iyr. The Iyrmen moved about, moving this thing over there, and moving that thing over here. It was not the seventh day of a week, which meant Adam was enchanting.

‘Please, Bell.’

[That is not how it works.]

‘Please.’

[…]

XP: 15 200 -> 200

‘Thank you.’ Adam felt a deep chill within him as his Experience slipped away. ‘Thousands of gold and even more XP. Still, it’s more than worth it.’

Adam returned to the estate with a small smile, one he could barely hide. Lucy glanced over towards him, Jarot within her arms, and Jirot upon her back, her arms wrapped tightly around her neck. However, the pair squirmed away from her to follow after their elder siblings to embrace their father now that he had returned.

“Daddy, what is this?” Jirot asked, pointing towards her father’s face.

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“It’s called being handsome, my dear,” Adam replied, kissing his daughter.

“Nooooo!”

“Ah, you mean these?” Adam lifted the glasses off his face. The rims were thin, the glasses large, and awkwardly shaped, larger on the outer side, and narrower when they approached the nose. “These bad boys were popular where I’m from.”

“They are gasses?”

“Glasses, yeah. If you had these, you were considered cool. Do you know what we call these?”

“Gasses!”

“What kind of glasses, though?”

“Daddy’s gasses?” Jirot asked, reaching up to grab them, though Adam quickly grabbed her wrist.

“Let daddy put them on you.”

“Oooh,” Jirot said, feeling the tingling sensation through her face once she wore the glasses, which almost fell down her face as they barely remained upon her face.

“Aviators.”

“Avitis.” Jirot said, looking around, though the glasses dropped off her face. “Ock!”

“Oh dear, oh dear,” Adam said, while Konarot picked the glasses up and held them up for him. Adam smiled, rubbing her nose gently, taking the glasses from her, cleaning them with Tricks. “I suppose avitis is close enough?”

Adam put them on each of his children, who looked through the glasses, finding the world looked slightly different, causing them to stumble even though they were only standing. Adam crossed his arms. ‘Should I just give it to my kids?’

Karot wore them, pinning the temples to the sides of his hands with both hands.

“Look at my handsome son! Wow! Wow!” Adam said, wrapping his arms around the boy, pulling him close to his chest. He peppered his son with kisses all over his face and cheek.

Karot smiled, giggling lightly, before he melted against his father.

Lanarot also wore the glasses. “Papa, I am handsome too?”

“Of course you are,” Adam called out, brushing the girl’s cheek. The girl grinned wide with her pearly white teeth, before eventually darting off to her mother. “Alright, I think it’s time to give the glasses to our Inakan, don’t you think?”

Shikan glanced aside towards Adam. He had thought it had something to do with him, but he hadn’t been so certain. “They are for Inakan?”

“Of course. Inakan will definitely look the cutest with those glasses.”

“They are too big.”

“They’re magic, so they should fit her after she wears them for a bit.”

Lanarot eventually shuffled to her cousin, placing the glasses on her face, with Shikan’s help. Inakan reached up to the glasses, feeling the cool metal against her fingers. However, she glanced around, noting the still blurry forms around her, though they were not quite so blurry as they used to be.

Shikan pulled the girl to her while the girl’s eyes scanned across his face, her eyes darting along the defined shapes and colours across her father’s face. She smiled, reaching up to her father’s face, noting her hands, which she had never quite seen before in such detail. Her lips formed a wide smile, and her eyes stared deep within her father’s for a moment.

“Daddy!” Inakan called out.

“Inakan,” Shikan replied.

Inakan blinked upon hearing her name, staring down at her father’s mouth. Her fingers grabbed at his lips, and she pulled them up to see how his flesh stretched, before seeing his teeth, each now separated rather than one long blurry white salya within his mouth.

“Daddy!”

“Inakan.” Shikan brushed her cheek, rubbing her nose with his thumb, pushing the glasses up slightly.

“Inakan,” Arokan called, while her daughter glanced towards her mother, her ears twitching slightly.

“Mommy!” The girl cackled as she reached out with her arms towards her mother, who brought the girl into her bosom, kissing her cheek and neck.

“Thank you, Adam.”

“You shouldn’t thank me until you hear about the enchantments.”

“What do they do?”

“They’re hard to break, and they can be summoned. She just needs to focus, and they’ll appear with her. They have to be in this realm, but yeah.”

“…”

“Ah, right. She’s… she’ll be good at seeing things and hearing things, and she’ll be able to see in the dark too.” Adam decided against saying more. Technically, she wasn’t just good at seeing things and hearing things.

Avitis

Requires Attunement

These glasses are difficult to break.

These glasses may be summoned as a Swift Action as long as they are within the same realm as the user.

While wearing these glasses one is considered Mastered in the Perception skill.

While wearing these glasses one may roll Perception checks requiring sight twice and take the highest.

While wearing these glasses one gains Darkvision up to 50 metres.

‘They are like the Eyes of the Eagle,’ Shikan thought, though they were slightly different. “Thank you.”

“Any time.”

Inakan continued to squeal as her mother talked to her. “Mommy!” She reached up to feel along her mother’s face, the sight of it so different, but the feeling was definitely that of her mother. “Mommy!”

“Inakan,” Arokan replied, embracing her tight.

“I will repay this debt,” Shikan said.

“Don’t mention a debt,” Adam replied, waving his hand dismissively.

“Daddy!” Jirot called. “Inakan can see?”

“That’s right. The glasses make Inakan see.”

“Ooooh! I can see, daddy.”

“That’s right, you can. Inakan always had difficulty, but now, with those glasses, she can see even better than you.”

Jirot blinked. “No! I can see so good! I eat all the tatos!”

“That’s right.” Adam ruffled her hair.

“Cousin Adam,” Taygak called, approaching the half elf. She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Good.”

Jirot’s hair swirled as her head snapped towards her father.

“That’s right, I’m very good, aren’t I?” Adam smiled.

The other children swarmed around Adam and began to thank him, each patting his shoulder, from Raygak to Katool.

“Good job, daddy, good job,” Jirot said, patting his knee.

Jurot glanced between Inakan and her parents, and then to his cousins who were praising his brother. The relief in his uncle and aunt were obvious to him, while the admiration of the children were obvious to all. The satisfaction on Adam’s face said so much, that one needed to be blind not to notice.

“How much did it cost?” Shikan asked.

Adam let out a soft sigh. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Jurot crossed his arms, watching as Lanarot pat their brother’s shoulder.

“Good job, papa.”

“Right?” Adam asked, swallowing his sister within his arms. “I should get a kiss from you, right?” Adam tapped his cheek.

Lanarot grabbed her brother’s face and kissed his cheek, brushing his hair with a small hand. “Good job.”

Jurot’s entire body flexed, tensing up, before he finally relaxed. ‘I want children too.’