(Here’s part three. Part one was posted on Monday and part two was posted on Wednesday.)
Keoni took over one of the bigger chairs. Phelix settled onto a smaller one. Fiera looked around the room before pulling a large pillow off the couch and setting herself up on the floor with her back to the wall.
“You can sit on the couch,” Alena said.
“Gma and Gpa need to sit down,” Fiera said. “I can sit here.”
“What a polite little girl,” Marlen said.
Alena helped Eire pass the presents out. The boys tore into each package as soon as one was put into their hands. Fiera waited until all of them were set around her before she carefully opened each one. Eire watched as she slowly, with great deliberation, opened each parcel, regard what she was given with great solemnity, and then put each thing in a neat pile next to her.
Phelix let out a yelp. Eire looked over at him. Most of his presents were scattered around him in the chair and on the floor. He was clutching one of them to his chest. It was the box holding the model harvester he’d wanted, the one similar to his brother’s. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Phelix yelled.
“You’re welcome, Phelix,” Alena said, smiling at her youngest son fondly.
“Oh wow,” Keoni said, eyes sparkling as he held up a package containing a new pad. The specs on it were much higher than the ones Eire and Alena usually gave their children. “Thanks, Gpa.”
“You’re very welcome, Keoni,” Pietari said, grinning.
“Dad, that’s too powerful for him,” Alena said.
“Yours was just as high level for the tech of its day at six,” Pietari said. “I don’t see why Keoni can’t have one too.”
Fiera gasped. Eire looked over at her. She was staring into a box that was sitting on her lap. Most of her presents were unwrapped. There were a few next to her still glittering with bright paper. Eire saw that his daughter’s eyes were filling with tears. “Fiera?” Eire asked, concern filling his voice. “Are you okay?”
Fiera lifted the gift out of the container perched on her legs. There was a set of the tightly fitting fighter’s gloves you saw on several of the martial artists in Lochsea. A uniform came out next. Finally, a small data chip sealed in a clear plastic case was drawn from the bottom.
Eire grabbed a pad with a reader attached and put the chip in. “What is it, Eire?” Alena asked.
“It’s a class schedule,” Eire said. “With one specific one highlighted.”
“This is how we kept Lanre out of trouble,” Marlen said. “Fiera’s temper is worse than his, but we figure this might give her an outlet for some of that energy.”
Fiera looked at her grandparents. “Thank you,” she said. She suddenly stood up and threw herself into their arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Eire sighed and shook his head. “You’re welcome, sweetling,” Pietari said, ruffling her hair.
“Fiera, finish opening your presents so we can all have breakfast,” Alena said, giving her parents a dark look.
“Okay.” Fiera returned to her spot. Eire had a funny feeling that this class would only be the first of many to tame his furious little girl.