《The Knightly Elven... Spider? [GL, litRPG]》2.81 Sisters
Advertisement
My mother moved her chair and stood up. “I’ll get to work,” She said.
At the same time, Elira walked over to her and hugged her. I felt slightly saddened at the scene before me. Part of me yearned to be that innocent child, to be unburdened again.
My mother bent over and kissed the girl on her forehead. “Welcome home, sweetie. We’ll have dinner early tonight. Kealyna and Cellestra will be staying for it.”
My father finally sat down and his head followed Elira’s erratic movements closely. The elven girl darted to Cellestra and then to Shadow who had fallen asleep on my back, far too comfortably, no doubt.
“I’m sure you won’t get bored,” My mother said before disappearing inside.
Elira didn’t even react to it. She was too occupied looking literally everywhere when it came to my body. I imagined having four sets of eyes on her would have helped quite a bit. After petting Shadow awake, she started feeling the hairs on my back and then ran her hands through them, her mouth open in excitement.
My father gave me a look that said something like should I tell her to stop? and was about to make his voice heard, but I shook my head. “It’s fine.”
“So soft!” Elira let out once more. “Do you make webs too?”
“I can, yes,” I replied. “Look,” I said as I held up a hand and grabbed her attention. Once I had it, I shot out a line of thread that connected to some of the pebbles on the ground.
“Woah!” She let out again. “So cool!”
“Be careful,” I said, grinning. “It’s sticky.”
I took the silk in my hands and reeled in until I had it in a ball with some of the gravel before summoning fire to incinerate it. As expected, that made the little girl squeal with delight as well.
“Magic is so cool. I want to learn magic too!” She said in elation. In reaction to that, I saw my father’s smile disappear as he looked down at the table and turned his head away so that I couldn’t see his face anymore.
I ignored it for now, but I wanted to ask him later why he did that.
Advertisement
Elira’s attention span was short-lived. She ran back to Shadow and started petting him, evoking soft purrs that I felt in my body.
“You wanna go for a ride?” I asked, causing Elira to cock her head. I lowered myself to the ground and lifted her up with my legs before placing her on my back where Cellestra usually sat. Her little legs made it harder to straddle me but we managed. She seemed to grasp what I said and took hold of my hair as I stood up. I then started skittering around, taking things slowly at first.
“You know,” I said. “This is how Cellestra and I got here. We traveled many miles to get here.”
“This is awesome!” She said with a cheer.
I could see Cellestra giggle at the sight as well.
“You ready to speed things up a bit?” I asked, making sure to check on how Shadow was doing as well. He didn’t seem at all bothered by the movement around him.
Elira nodded slowly.
“Hold on tight.”
I sped up and started running along the edge of the field, away from the buildings. I planned to circle this one field and then get back. I watched with glee as the young elven girl, and the cat both, looked at the world passing them by on both sides. I could tell she was more than enjoying this.
A few minutes later, we’d circled the entire field and arrived back at the servant’s house. Once in the gravel, I lowered myself and carefully put the girl back on the ground.
“That was so cool!” She said, exhilarated. “You’re amazing!”
“You sound like you had fun,” My father casually mentioned.
“I had! Kealyna is the best sister ever!” She let out as she ran towards my father and hugged him. I smiled as I was flattered by the girl. At the same time, I felt odd to have that said about me. I was a sister now to somebody, and apparently, I was doing a good job at it.
“You didn’t wear yourself out too much, did you?” Cellestra asked, not entirely serious. I could hear it in her voice.
“I don’t think she can wear me out. I think she will wear herself out with how she is.”
Advertisement
“She does look like quite a handful.”
I nodded as I watched her looking at a gray cat that had made its presence known and was now staring at me from afar. Elira didn’t wait long before she walked to the cat and petted it.
I giggled. “Curious and active.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me if she collapses in an hour or so,” Keelarin said. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen her like this, though. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “In fact, I’m happy this is the reaction I got.”
We watched Elira play with a few other cats that had joined to watch me from afar. The gray one had approached one of my legs before touching it with a paw, and had then backed off to a safe distance — which was about twenty yards, it seemed.
A while later, the door opened, and with it, a wonderful smell followed. Even though I wasn’t hungry, I’d love to have some of whatever the source of that scent was. My father beckoned Elira over who seemed to be too occupied to even care about dinner at the moment.
Dinner was a simple oven dish with, unsurprisingly, plenty of potatoes and tomatoes mixed in. I didn’t eat any at first but waited until the others were finished before savoring whatever was left over. Despite my hesitancy at first, I was glad I had some. It reminded me of easier times…
I would have loved to stay longer. But after all that, it was time to say goodbye for the time being. Elira clung to one of my legs, not wanting to see us leave.
“It’s okay,” I said to her as I used one of my other legs to pat her head. “We’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Promise?” She asked.
“I promise. We’ll need to do a few things. I think we’ll be back when you’re done with school.”
She nodded before speaking softly. “Okay.”
There was still the thing I wanted to ask my father, but I thought it would be better to ask him in private. Hopefully, we could get our business done quickly tomorrow and come here a bit early. I imagined that should be possible unless things in the city took longer than I expected them to.
Before we left, my mother gave us some fresh bread and a pouch with tea leaves which left me chuckling. It seemed she’d caught on to Cellestra and her morning habits from our earlier conversation. She had also offered to lend me some clothes, but I’d politely declined that, as I felt no real need to get anything beyond what I could make myself. Besides, I would love to get some extra practice making more. I was currently still wearing an incredibly crude silken top which I’d have to throw out anyway.
I would take a long-awaited shower tomorrow morning…
“Your family seems nice,” Cellestra said as we walked towards the shrines, she was on my back as usual.
I nodded. “I’m so happy they are okay. Seeing them again… there are no words to describe it.”
“I’m happy for you,” She said warmly. “Elira is a sweet girl too, isn’t she?”
“Very much so. Did you see her face when she was in the position you’re in now?” I smiled. “It was adorable. Did you see my father’s face when she said something about wanting to learn magic, though?”
“I saw, yes. Any idea what that was about?”
“I don’t. I want to ask him about that tomorrow. I hope things are okay…”
Cellestra remained quiet as we passed the shrines and entered the forest beyond it. We continued for a few minutes before I came to a halt in an area with four trees that formed a square; something which would be ideal for the type of shelter I could make.
“Think we are far enough out here?” I asked.
“Well, so far I haven’t seen anything that could pose a threat to anyone. If what we’ve been told is right, we should be okay here.”
I nodded. “Let’s get to work, then. I’m thinking…” I looked around the dirt-covered area and the square in my mind that had sides that were about twenty yards each. I sighed. “This is going to be quite a lot more work than before, isn’t it?”
I lowered myself and Cellestra stepped off, looking around. “What did you have in mind?”
Advertisement
- In Serial22 Chapters
Never Attribute to Malice
Jane Wainwright has been in higher education for decades, never managing to decide what to do with her life. Just when she has finally decided what she wants to do with her life she is brutally ripped from her life and thrown into a world of swords and sorcery. And also really big hammers. But the forces of apathy, stupidity and bureaucracy will rise against her. And hitting them with a hammer probably won't work. At least there are always [Dungeon]s to delve and monsters to slay, that should keep her occupied. Cover Art by Georgia Nixon
8 611 - In Serial21 Chapters
Aytelia
A magical world embracing chaos as powerful entities and worlds fight for survival or power, observed by the "universals", a sentient species no one can fathom or reason with. Their knowledge, comparable to the vast amounts of years they have existed for and their power feared by even some Gods, capable of destroying and creating entire universes, Aytelia being their proudest creation. Amongst all these the name of one of them is profound even amongst them, both feared and respected - Righteousness. As a lone girl wakes up in a large strange fountain, filled with other individuals in the same position such as herself, she lifts her drowsy head to find her surreal surroundings. The civilians walking around said fountain are all weird creatures that could only come out of a fantasy - orcs, elves, dwarfs, dragonewts, all wearing all different kinds of medieval armor, weaponry and artifacts. What will happen to her in this world? Will she be able to find a place in it and will the mysteries behind her current circumstances be revealed? Why is she so different than those around her? Warning: Character is extremelly OP and the lore behind it doesn't get covered till chapter 14. Updates once a week. First time posting my writing on the internet so feedback would be appreciated.
8 219 - In Serial6 Chapters
Traitor's Creed
The lives affected by one mans decisions... In a world where justice isn't black and white. And where the gods are waging a silent war against each other. This is the story of a traitor.
8 126 - In Serial44 Chapters
The Book of Hickory
Now why did Hickory go and punch that Angel? Sure it spooked him, popping up right there at lunch, and yet, it wasn't fear that balled his hand into a fist - Cause wouldn't you? Wouldn't anyone - with a sick Ma at home, Da long dead, buried, all them prayers piling up on bruised knees, unanswered? Hickory was angry, all right. He was fierce, now - cause that Angel didn't show up to give no help, that Angel came by asking for it - with all that power just plain to see, the power to fix the world and all that ails it! And now look what poor Hickory has to do - to save the world? Now how is he supposed to do that when its taking near everything he's got - just to keep them chickens safe, Ma fed, and himself out of trouble - All he wanted was maybe just a dance with May, maybe a bit more, to hold her close? That she's sweet, now, a voice like an angel, but now she's over there lookin at him like he's more than a man. And that's not to say Hickory is bad, not all the time, not ever on purpose - just there are things a man has to - That drinking and fighting ain't wrong just as long as the chores are done proper first, that those parts of life that make it worth living ain't no sin, that loving a lady is proper and Hickory just has so much love to give! And May is special, right, sweet and soft, now she's sophisticated. That she wears her passion like a pearl necklace? That certainly Hickory would notice, naturally - that she's already spoken for, perhaps taken? That ever since Hickory came back, that all she can think about is swallowing - those strange feelings, because it wouldn't do, would it? For a Lady? But certainly she can worship him and still be seen with Weston Covanger? Because Weston needs May, that what happens in the Study is only half the battle, the Men's Business, and he's far too proud to settle for half of anything. That if he wants to move up the ranks of his family, to be more than a Covanger, to become the Covanger? He's going to need a woman in the Kitchen as well - he's going to need May. And if that seems a bit old fashioned? A bit too much like the Wild West? Well the West is starting to get wild again now that everyone starts to Drink. A different take on LitRPG where answers aren't given - they must be earned, discovered and fought for, one at a time. An orator style, a long read, filled with magic buildings, crafting, alchemy, but most of all - This is a story about the human spirit. About understanding what defines a person, their morals, their beliefs, and also faith when everything they understand becomes challenged - changed. So do they. People can change. They will. Just not always for the better, not always - sometimes. Sometimes that's enough. Sometimes that's even everything.
8 135 - In Serial19 Chapters
The Hidden Heir (VegasPete)
LOVE AND SINS 2
8 164 - In Serial18 Chapters
itsfunneh oneshot
itsfunneh oneshot it may only takes a few second to read but bear with me RULES # YOU ARE ALLOW TO REQUEST # ALLOW TO HAVE SIBLING SHIP # ALLOW TO SHIP YANDERA # ENJOY &HAVE FUN # LGTBQ SHIP ( oh yah there is some character i dont really know so bear with me pls )I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS ITSFUNNEH CHARACTER ONLY THE STORIES
8 183

