The only times you’ve really rested is when you were recovering from ghastly injuries and only because you couldn’t move.’ Solus pouted.
She didn’t like being considered among the things on the to-do list.
’Then this is no vacation either. I’m going to have to explain magic and responsibilities to a couple of kids. Where’s the fun in that?’
’You’re going to spend a few days in the company of your little ones in a beautiful location, relaxing in contact with nature with nothing to worry about but the lack of a real bathroom. It sounds fun to me.’ Solus could hear him inwardly w.h.i.n.e before she could even finish the thought.
’I could argue with many things you’ve just said, starting from the lack of a bathroom, but I’ll just point out that you probably jinxed it.’ Lith replied.
They quarreled all the way back home from the tower where they had prepared the latest batch of merchandise. Solus’s alchemical lab was the perfect place to mass produce items while also imbuing them with minor spells that would prevent counterfeiting.
Chess was easily replicable and required cheap materials so Lith simply added a multi-colored magical brand shaped like his family crest on every chessboard that marked it as an original piece.
The most expensive pieces, those made of high-quality wood and marble figurines, he would simply autograph them. Any noble or magician found playing with a knock-off would become the laughing stock of the chess community so aside from those who couldn’t afford to get one, counterfeits had no real market.
As for the strollers, Lith sold and prepared two kinds of them. One with wheels for the low-middle class and one with a floating spell for the middle-high class. They both bore a small enchantment that would make them crumble the moment they were disassembled, making them impossible to study.
Their design was complicated on purpose, with several movable parts that seemed to be important but were actually just for show.
"Are you sure you don’t want to come?" On his way, Lith had stopped by Selia’s house to invite Protector and his kids to the adventure.
"Thanks, but no." The Skoll was in his human form, 2.1 meters (7’) tall, wearing a deep green hunter suit over brown leather boots with a soft outer sole.
Ryman’s face was still rough and savage, with a square jaw and a cleft chin. Despite his huge size and bulging muscles, Ryman’s emerald eyes were calm and his smile warm.
He kept his long flaming red hair in a tress and there were wood ch.i.p.s in his well-trimmed beard from the constant repairing the holes in the house that his kids opened with their claws.
"It’s the first time I have hybrid children and before they make their choice, I need to show them the best from both worlds. Which means teaching them how to hunt, showing them the limits of their strength, and showing them life in the wilds.
"They will have to shapeshift often and hunt their food. I don’t know if their Skoll nature will help them with the killing or if they’ll be shocked by their first blood. Either way, I can’t have your kids looking at them as if they are monsters.
"Before being accepted by others, they need to accept themselves, just like you did. On top of that, I doubt that Leria and Aran would manage to keep our secret since you haven’t entrusted to them even your own." Protector said.
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