Adam stepped back, almost collapsing as he became “Adam” once again. Fionn and the others watched amazed as the golem sat up and opened its eyes, the runes on its torso glowing a molten gold.
Raising its hand, a good chunk of mud fell off of its arm.
“Good Morning,” stated the golem.
Fionnaghal had stepped back during the swirling storm of magic around Adam, but once the strange construct spoke the Aiolian tongue she rushed forward in some unfamiliar concern for the being in front of her.
“Are you alright?”
The golem shakily stood, some excess mud sloughing off its torso and limbs, its amber eyes fixating upon Fionn’s own.
“I… I think so,” the golem replied in perfect Northern Osyatao, though the inflection was quite unusual. The widening of Adam’s eyes and look of confusion that crossed his visage barely registered to the toisiche. Her unbroken focus lay on the newborn she, even in some way, had brought into the world.
Through her shock, a fierce energy swelled through her, fiery and certain. With a confidence and sureness she had not felt for years, Fionnaghal embraced her creation.
When his child had spoken in the tongue of their new friends, Adam had frozen, panicking for a moment that something had gone terribly wrong. When Fionn initiated a hug, he relaxed, releasing the tension from his body. Still on trembling feet, he approached the two and wrapped his own arm around what he began to realize was their child.
The golem smiled brightly, instinctively returning the embrace and shutting their eyes. The immediate sense of belonging and family, sent a warm rush through them. Opening their eyes, they caught a quick glimpse of a small carved gourd ducking out of sight.
Releasing his hold, Adam moved toward the small figure, calling out, “Radish!” The small gourd peaked back in, where Adam motioned the tiny golem nearer.
“This is Radish, your brother,” he gently rumbled. “Radish this is…” Adam trailed off, realizing that he lacked a name for his child. “Uh. Hmm… Snow Gourd?” He looked helplessly at Fionnaghal.
Their mother, even not understanding Adam’s words, received his message. She snorted, then looked at them. “Deirbhile.” She nodded. The golem was elated, even more so as their little brother ran up and attached himself to their leg. They snuggled further into their mother’s grasp.
“Yes! I am Deirbhile, and I am your daughter.”