Chapter Seventy-Six: What Tilde Wants

Chapter Seventy-Six: What Tilde Wants

After returning to the inn, Delouise explained that any guests I brought to the inn would experience the kindness he showed me and my family. Ginnie’s eyes lit up profusely once I told her of the geothermal heat warming the waters.

I had brought up the idea of using it during a midday snack of tea and sweets.

Dad and Irisa were still sparring in the courtyard, and Mom watched them. They took a short break after I introduced them to Chax and Ginnie. Mom really was a sweet woman... I also thanked her for her talk with Gretchen. My family understood my friends weren’t privy to my secret after Tris told them with waypoint messaging.

"Master, doesn't it seem like a waste not to use the hot springs when we're at a place that has them?" Tilde hovered nearby, observing as the father and daughter duo resumed their training.

I nodded.

"Well, why don't we change that? Irisa, want to join?"

"Sorry, but I'm okay for now!" Irisa held a large training club, but her movements were too stiff, falling short of Dad's standards. Tilde inquired with Mom, who mentioned she had already taken one upon her return from talking with Gretchen.

That left Primrose and Niva. Erin volunteered to ask them before dashing off, with Longtooth close behind. Surtr stretched and mentioned he would be in our room.

Ginnie, Tilde, Tris, and I headed to the women's changing room, while Chax entered the men's.

We began stripping and putting our clothes in the baskets assigned to us.

“I’ve heard stories of some elves having...that...” Ginnie said after catching a glimpse of my penis. She didn’t stare at it, though.

“I hope it doesn’t bother you.”

“What?! No—not at all!” she replied defensively, throwing up both hands and dropping her robe and towel.

“... That scar... Is it from...?” Instinctively, Ginnie covered the spot I pierced to burn the goblin larvae. After arriving in Plymoise, she had asked three apothecaries for their opinions, and they all agreed motherhood was an impossibility.

She loved Chax. And I knew she wanted to bear his child when the time was right. The Dogfolk saw the bitter sadness glimmering in my eyes. “Please know that I don’t blame you! Chax doesn’t either! Mila, we’d never do that! Without your kindness—without... Without you, we wouldn’t be here at all!” She tightly held my hands, her ears folding down against her head. Her tail dangled between her legs. “Please say you understand! I don’t want it to gnaw at you!”

“I understand.” That was all I said. For Ginnie? It was what she desperately needed to hear.

But I wondered if...I could’ve solved it another way. My chimeric body was clay, free to mold to my whims. But could biomass be directed elsewhere? Could I manipulate a foreign object? Alter a person’s DNA and fix their illness? In Ginnie’s case, make her womb sustainable to carry life?

...

Maybe. Not now, though. I was nowhere near strong enough to accomplish something like that.

[Conferment] could probably do it, though.

It was probably locked away for a reason.

We entered a warm outdoor bath, separated by a weathered wooden divider. Facing the vast ocean, the rhythmic waves provided a captivating soundtrack. Steam rose, blending with the warm water, carrying scents of cedar and sea. Nature's sounds completed the sensory experience, making relaxation more profound.

“Ahhh... Thanks a ton for suggesting this, Mila... I...feel like I could melt away...” Ginnie stretched her arms and relaxed.

“You’re welcome,” I said, sitting opposite of her. Tris and Tilde were to my left and right. The conversation turned to my priceless Fragment of Wisdom.

“She’s kinda like Master’s secretary,” explained Tilde, stretching. “Tris handles the day-to-day and keeps her on track.”

“She’s important to me. I wouldn’t be here without her assistance,” I replied. I just had to rub her fluffy ears.

“Thank you for the kind words, my lord.” Her tail joyfully slithered.

“You’re...a noble, right?” Ginnie suddenly asked.

“It's complicated. Why?”

“I was curious. I'm sorry for bringing it up. It sounds like it was rough for you.”

“That’s an understatement, but you don’t need to apologize. I don’t feel like a noble... I hardly ever act like one. I want to be me. That’s it. Be my own woman. Take control of my own destiny with these hands. I don’t want anyone to control me. Not now. Not again.”

“Umm... Mila? Are you in there?” I heard Erin’s voice as she opened the sliding doors. The topic was getting kinda heavy, so her presence was welcomed.

“Right here.”

“Sorry, but Niva and Primrose were already taking a bath. Is it okay if Lei comes in?”

The yellow slime jiggled and made some happy squeaking noises. It wiggled free from Erin’s arms but remained outside the bath until I nodded. It jumped in and happily swam around the bath, much to Ginnie’s amusement.

She said she hadn’t seen a slime like Lei before.

Longtooth jumped to a heated rock, stretched, and laid down. The lion’s eyes never left us.

Erin readjusted her towel and slipped on in. She yawned almost right away. “I didn’t think I was this tired,” she said, rubbing her eyes.

“You worked hard today. Your body needs time to adapt to it.”

“How did you do it, Ms. Ginnie?” Ginnie said she grew up in a farming village, so working in the fields helped wonders in the stamina department.

A man’s voice came from the bath’s other side. “It’s the adrenaline coursing through your body. I guess it’s leaving you now.”

“Chax’s right. You’ll have the best sleep of your life tonight. There’s really nothing better for recovery than a good night’s rest,” added Ginnie.

“I hope I can stay awake until dinner. Oh, Mila, Mom said the water felt good on her blisters.” Erin looked at me with a smile. “That’s good, right?”

“Yes, it is.” They showed no signs of going away, but they weren’t worsening. And they didn’t hurt much, if at all, so that was a good sign, right?

I seriously hoped it was.

“You don’t want the shopping trip?” I asked, rubbing her. “Are the pajamas enough?”

“I do, and they’re nice, but my kind-hearted Master won’t force her precious fairy to pick just one reward, will she?” She gave me those puppy dog eyes.

God, Tilde was just so cute. And adorable. And pretty.

“You’re lucky your Master loves you so much...” I relented, chuckling softly. “You’re a good girl.” I cupped her cheeks and rubbed her lips with my thumb.

“Mmmnn... That’s it... I wanna hear it again...” She closed her eyes and squirmed her thighs. I felt her wings flutter against the bed. Her clothes had a slit for them.

A dog wagged their tail, so did a fairy flap their wings when they were happy?

“You’re a good girl, Tilde. I’ll tell you what. Tonight's your night. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Hehe! You can’t go back on your word! But... Is it okay? Tris told me of your concerns and the talk with her and Surtr. Are you okay, Master? Do you wanna chat with your favorite fairy?”

“I’m fine with it. I’ve made peace with myself. Sekh loves me. She wants me to be happy. When she returns to us, I’ll have to make up for lost time.”

I feel like a broken record... Just how many times am I going to bring it up?

“What? You’re going to give her an entire week?”

Try longer. The Year of Sekh.”

“That long?! And your favorite fairy gets a single night? Oh, you’re a cruel Master.”

“It could be the Century of Tilde if you play your cards right.”

“Ha! You can’t go back on your word, Master. Tris, make sure to write this down.”

“I’ll make special note of it.”

We shared a nice giggle.

“So... What’s on your mind? Let me guess. It’s about Irisa, isn’t it?”

“I’m that easy to read?”

"You are to us.”

“I just don’t know if Irisa is training to improve herself, or if she’s doing it for me. I don’t want the latter. I really don’t. I want her to live for herself. Her life doesn’t need to revolve around me.”

“Overenthusiastic devotion to a new and exciting thing can develop into something unhealthy. But it often slows down over time into something more healthily balanced that can have the focused devotion to the target or field without completely consuming them. My lord, I believe Irisa needs to learn the proper ratio,” Tris said.

“Tris’s right. That’s called the ‘honeymoon period.’”

“How do I bring it up?”

“Sometimes you just gotta go for it.” Tilde closed her eyes and said approaching the topic would be uncomfortable. She’d seen similar scenes play out a few hundred times. “I’m just saying this, and this is me speaking out loud, but the relationship might be too much for her. She doesn’t have experience dating one person, let alone multiple.”

Is it...too much? I... That’s possible, isn’t it?

“I need to talk to her tomorrow. If I need your help...”

“Consider it done, Master!” Tilde winked. “But it’s gonna cost ya. Do you know what I want? Here, I’ll give you a hint.”

I expected her to take my hand and place it on her chest, but she didn’t do anything. I was perplexed, and she read my expression. “Hmm? You thought I was gonna do something lewd? Well, it’s not the time for it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Irisa. It’s not time.”

“But I had sex with her. It’s not fair—”

Tilde placed a finger across my lips. “Listen up, Master! It’s time for me to teach you about girls. You see, we only have our first time once. And we almost always want it to be special. It’s the same with me, you see, so why don’t we begin this Century of Tilde with a 100,000-step plan I’ve been saving for a rainy day.” Tilde pointed to the pillows, and before long, the three of us were cuddling under the heavy blankets. My fairy took my front. She tightly wound her arms around my back as Tris did the same to my stomach.

“And you gotta hold me tight so I don’t fly away, ‘kay? That’s step 2. I’ll have you know fairies are known to do that. But if I did, you’d come for me, right?”

“I wouldn’t stop until I have you back in my arms.”

“See? That’s the kinda stuff a girl wants to hear! Congrats on crossing off step 25,628.”

“I’ve already skipped that many?!”

“Nah, it’s not something that has to be done in order. Just know that my century won’t be complete until everything’s marked. So, you know, it might even take longer. It might even require a few centuries, so...” Tilde nuzzled her face against my chest, her giggles like music to my ears. “You’re in it for the long haul, Master, and the Tilde Train isn’t gonna stop for anything!”

“Choo choo!” adorably honked Tris, who offered to be the conductor.

Tilde knew I knew what she and Tris were doing. And that was why I loved them so much.

“Good night, Master. I love you!”

“Good night, my lord. I love you, too.”

Tris and Tilde hugged tighter.

“Sweet dreams, you two. I love you both.”

Before I knew it, I was out like a light.