Chapter 2: Ash
It’s been a couple days since Ashley’s awakening. With practice he adapted with his human body. Finished with his morning toiletry he called upon his attendant’s. Not a second later Frederick and Taylor appeared.
“Milord are you prepared?” Taylor asked.
He nodded, laying ventrally on the marble floor. Couldn’t they have chosen a nicer place to do this procedure, he cursed. Sighing, he felt Frederick fingers on his back.
<Je suis le serviteur du plus haut>
After Frederick spoke searing pain enveloped him. A month passed while Frederick tattooed his back. During that time none of them neither ate nor drink. Taylor kept a close watch on everything as Frederick tirelessly labored. Announcing his work done Frederick slumped to the floor. Ashley felt the connection he had with this planet mute.
As the human body could hold their large magic pool Frederick had invented a technique which would seal 99% of their magic. However, as Ashley learned it was painful, tedious and time consuming.
“Now that it’s done I’ll go prepare food for you two rest now,” Taylor said.
Frederick instantly stood up a smile on his face. “Please don’t bother yourself I’ll go.” Without leaving any room for reply he left the room.
Ashley quizzically looked at the door. Shrugging he rubbed his sore back. He could feel markings on his skin. Using a mirror he saw his tattoo. It was a giant beast covered in amber scales. The drawing begun at the nape of his neck and extended to his lower thighs.
“Remember Milord, only say the full activation sequence in dire situations.”
He nodded with Taylor’s help he took a shower, dressed and left his room. So far he still hadn’t gotten used to how humans set up their living quarters. For example in the bathroom they were sets of towels which Taylor forbid him from using. “They’re for decoration,” she told him. Painting on the other hand made more sense. Although he did think humans were a bit narcissistic with their faces on multiple paintings. Still they were nice to look at. One thing he’d come to love about this world was the thing called “sweets.”
After Frederick handed him his first soda. He recalled the dulcet taste in his mouth. Taylor forbid him from having too much sweets. According to her the human body was week and things like soda deteriorated the body quicker. Even so Ashley was willing to drink this liquid poison. Traversing the house a welcoming smell greeted his nose. Picking up the pace he arrived at the kitchen. With a spatula in his hand Frederick flipped a pancake into a plate.
“What is this?” Ashley asked pointing at the flat cake.
Frederick pulled a chair for him. Once he sat down he placed a bottle of maple syrup on the table. “This is called a pancake. This is the United States version of it. Taste it.”
Reaching with his hands he tore off a piece and placed it in his mouth. It felt soft, spongy, the warm cake melted before he could chew. Swallowing it he grabbed the remaining pancake stuffing it in his mouth.
Taylor slapped his arm. “Use your silverware.”
Again something he didn’t understand. Why bother with silverwares when fingers and teeth worked great. An angry Taylor was a scary Taylor. Thus without any more prodding he picked up his fork and knife. Just in time to have Frederick drop another pancake on his plate. Ashley rejoiced, steam rose from the pancake. Before he could devour his food Frederick stopped him.
“Have some maple syrup,” applying a copious amount atop the food.
Ashley pocked the thick sauce with his fork. Quizzically he stared as the pancake absorbed the syrup. Stabbing his pancake with the fork he cut out a small piece. He brought it up to his face, apprehensively he sniffed it. He looked at Taylor, who nodded, taking a deep breath he ate it. He felt in love at first bite.
The syrup absorbed by the pancake made exploded into his mouth. Its sweet taste filled his mouth completely. Jubilant he grinned his rosy lips covered with syrup. With methodical precision he sliced and ate the pancake. The last bite which was filled with syrup tasted so great. The slight crunchiness of the edge, along with its spongy absorbency compiled making a memorable experience. Not having eaten for a month greatly aided his appetite. Satiated he slumped back on his chair. His syrup covered face sported a grin.
He waited for the other two to finish eating. Then watched as Taylor cleared the table. Whilst she washed the dishes Ashley looked at Frederick.
“Yitfret, why won’t you let Emria cook?”
His face turned white. “Milord her cooking is worse than her potion skills.”
Hearing his response Ashley swallowed. That’s impossible he reasoned nothing could be worse than her potions. Yet the look on Frederick’s face spoke volume. Right there he promised at all cost he couldn’t eat Taylor’s food.
After breakfast Ashley learned the proper human mannerism from them. How to properly salute, seat and greet people. Taylor taught him languages whereas Frederick focused on math. Two months passed when Ashley had learned sufficiently enough he aimed at Terreste.
It’s been a couple days since Ashley’s awakening. With practice he adapted with his human body. Finished with his morning toiletry he called upon his attendant’s. Not a second later Frederick and Taylor appeared.
“Milord are you prepared?” Taylor asked.
He nodded, laying ventrally on the marble floor. Couldn’t they have chosen a nicer place to do this procedure, he cursed. Sighing, he felt Frederick fingers on his back.
<Je suis le serviteur du plus haut>
After Frederick spoke searing pain enveloped him. A month passed while Frederick tattooed his back. During that time none of them neither ate nor drink. Taylor kept a close watch on everything as Frederick tirelessly labored. Announcing his work done Frederick slumped to the floor. Ashley felt the connection he had with this planet mute.
As the human body could hold their large magic pool Frederick had invented a technique which would seal 99% of their magic. However, as Ashley learned it was painful, tedious and time consuming.
“Now that it’s done I’ll go prepare food for you two rest now,” Taylor said.
Frederick instantly stood up a smile on his face. “Please don’t bother yourself I’ll go.” Without leaving any room for reply he left the room.
Ashley quizzically looked at the door. Shrugging he rubbed his sore back. He could feel markings on his skin. Using a mirror he saw his tattoo. It was a giant beast covered in amber scales. The drawing begun at the nape of his neck and extended to his lower thighs.
“Remember Milord, only say the full activation sequence in dire situations.”
He nodded with Taylor’s help he took a shower, dressed and left his room. So far he still hadn’t gotten used to how humans set up their living quarters. For example in the bathroom they were sets of towels which Taylor forbid him from using. “They’re for decoration,” she told him. Painting on the other hand made more sense. Although he did think humans were a bit narcissistic with their faces on multiple paintings. Still they were nice to look at. One thing he’d come to love about this world was the thing called “sweets.”
After Frederick handed him his first soda. He recalled the dulcet taste in his mouth. Taylor forbid him from having too much sweets. According to her the human body was week and things like soda deteriorated the body quicker. Even so Ashley was willing to drink this liquid poison. Traversing the house a welcoming smell greeted his nose. Picking up the pace he arrived at the kitchen. With a spatula in his hand Frederick flipped a pancake into a plate.
“What is this?” Ashley asked pointing at the flat cake.
Frederick pulled a chair for him. Once he sat down he placed a bottle of maple syrup on the table. “This is called a pancake. This is the United States version of it. Taste it.”
Reaching with his hands he tore off a piece and placed it in his mouth. It felt soft, spongy, the warm cake melted before he could chew. Swallowing it he grabbed the remaining pancake stuffing it in his mouth.
Taylor slapped his arm. “Use your silverware.”
Again something he didn’t understand. Why bother with silverwares when fingers and teeth worked great. An angry Taylor was a scary Taylor. Thus without any more prodding he picked up his fork and knife. Just in time to have Frederick drop another pancake on his plate. Ashley rejoiced, steam rose from the pancake. Before he could devour his food Frederick stopped him.
“Have some maple syrup,” applying a copious amount atop the food.
Ashley pocked the thick sauce with his fork. Quizzically he stared as the pancake absorbed the syrup. Stabbing his pancake with the fork he cut out a small piece. He brought it up to his face, apprehensively he sniffed it. He looked at Taylor, who nodded, taking a deep breath he ate it. He felt in love at first bite.
The syrup absorbed by the pancake made exploded into his mouth. Its sweet taste filled his mouth completely. Jubilant he grinned his rosy lips covered with syrup. With methodical precision he sliced and ate the pancake. The last bite which was filled with syrup tasted so great. The slight crunchiness of the edge, along with its spongy absorbency compiled making a memorable experience. Not having eaten for a month greatly aided his appetite. Satiated he slumped back on his chair. His syrup covered face sported a grin.
He waited for the other two to finish eating. Then watched as Taylor cleared the table. Whilst she washed the dishes Ashley looked at Frederick.
“Yitfret, why won’t you let Emria cook?”
His face turned white. “Milord her cooking is worse than her potion skills.”
Hearing his response Ashley swallowed. That’s impossible he reasoned nothing could be worse than her potions. Yet the look on Frederick’s face spoke volume. Right there he promised at all cost he couldn’t eat Taylor’s food.
After breakfast Ashley learned the proper human mannerism from them. How to properly salute, seat and greet people. Taylor taught him languages whereas Frederick focused on math. Two months passed when Ashley had learned sufficiently enough he aimed at Terreste.
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