Slowly as I eagerly await our lessons.

Eritrea brought in breakfast shortly afterwards, something that was sweet and bready, though it had another flavor that felt alien to me. Something silken and rich, but wholly indescribable with the words I knew. As she had set the tray down, she looked to me with a questioning eye, her cleavage on display in a short velvet dress with golden accents on it. I smiled, but shook my head and telepathically said 'no' as I wolfed down the food with a fervor. She had curtsied and left, but I wondered why my appetite felt so depthless as I consumed a stack of what were essentially Ravnican pancakes.

After I ate, I threw on some clothes, nothing fancy, but I wore a dark blue sleeve-less tunic over a white shirt with plant pants. I wanted to be dressing a little nicer for my training with Ral.

And afterwards, the waiting began. It was difficult to gauge, but I believed that I had spent all of twenty minutes eating and getting dresses, leaving me some length of time before Ral showed. I eventually started to look around for things to do and found a few interesting looking books on the shelf in my room. Compendium Draconis was what I settled on as I learned about the complexities of dragonkind here on Ravnica. I kept looking up from the book, but managed to read nearly fifty pages of the dense writing before I heard footsteps coming up my door. I folded a small corner of the page I was down over to mark where I was and set it down on my night table.

He knocked on the door as his drifted into my room.

"Eric, it's Ral. I believe it time I sat down to teach you about your powers."

Nervously and excitedly, I stood up to open the door. He looked tired, but otherwise similar to before. He wore strange contraptions, a set of gauntlets that connected to a small metallic backpack with crackling energy held in a glass tube. But he was well dressed beneath it, sporting a strange, tailored red and blue suit of a sort.

“Pardon my leave of absence yesterday, I had to run an errand. However, I hope my swift return more than makes up for it. And besides, I have heard you made swift progress with Sedva and your psychic abilities.”

The image of Sedva bent over with cock ramming into her ass sprung into my mind and I fought to maintain control over my body, specifically my erection.

But Ral made no notice of my momentary lack of concentration on his words as he started to lead me down the hall.

“—very often, so you should feel proud that she saw fit to make note of it to me. But I have a very different thing to teach you today, the magic of being a planewalker. Are you ready to learn?”

“Absolutely, I am more than ready to learn everything there is to know about that. Especially if it helps me get back home.”

“Good, an eager student is the best kind” the older man said with an approving look. “This sort of magic takes determination to fully learn, as well as a natural proclivity towards it. You certainly contain the latter, so if you also exhibit the former, you could master your abilities in now time. But this art is… something that not everyone knows about. For your sake and mine, we need to train you in somewhere a little more secretive.”

Ral led me to through that maze of carpeted corridors. We walked past massive oil paintings whose subjects moved freely across the canvas as we passed, windows draped in velvet and showing the dense cityscape below and around us, and doors, from which strange sounds often emanated. Eventually, he came to the end of a hallway and rapt on a section of the wall. That panel slid inward, revealing a secret door into a large room with a laboratory of some sort and clear section surrounded by rune-etched glass walls that separated it from the lab.

“This is my secret study, where I conduct experiments that nobody needs to know about” he said, walking to a table where a bubbling bowl of green liquid sat. “On my own, I can simply teleport myself here, but you have been shred to pieces by the wards if I had tried to take you too” he gestured to the faintly glowing symbols on the walls and ceiling as he spoke. “It is here that you will learn the power within you. It is here that you will learn what it means to be a planeswalker.”

Ral first sat me down with a book on cosmology written by someone from a different plane of existence, some place called Dominaria. The book, he explained, was for me to read on my own time to familiarize myself with the theoretical science behind the magic we shared. Most of the day, though, was practical and took place in the glass-walled room. He walked me through how to first protect myself as I ‘walked’ before we learned anything else. That took most of the day, but we did end on the ability to teleport a short range. It was strange to discorporate myself like that, but I managed to get the hang of it in a very limited manner before the day was done. However, I found myself tired and hungry throughout the day.

“It’s the magic” Ral explained as we sat down for out fourth meal of the day. “It takes a lot out of you, especially when you are new at it. Think of it as a muscle that you are just beginning to work. If you keep at it, you might even be able to planeswalk without feeling a thing. But until then, this will be an incredibly tiring experience. Especially on days like this where you do it over and over again.”

I nodded as I swallowed a sandwich with bushstrider meat, an altogether gamey flavor that I did not mind. Not that I knew what a gamey flavor was before Ral explained what it would taste like.

“How long will it take me to build up my endurance?”

Ral looked thoughtful for a second as he chewed on a hard, purple fruit. He made a face as he thought, but then shrugged.

“Honestly, I have no idea. I have only met a few planeswalkers, though that does feel like a large number given how rare we are supposed to be. That being said, I developed pretty quickly, but I had also been practicing magic for many years before I learned of my power.” He flicked out a hand as sparks danced along his fingers to emphasize his point. “I have to imagine that helped me at least a tiny bit.”

“What about physical exercise, would it be easier to learn this if I work my body too?”

“Again, hard to say. But you are doing well already. Sedva was right to call you a quick study, and I have no doubt that you have the capacity to master your powers as quickly as you put your mind to it.”

I swallowed the rest of my sandwich and took a swig of water, one of the few things I recognized in this world and stood up. We practiced for another hour before Ral decided it was time to end our studies for the day. He closed the hidden door behind us and walked me back to my room after telling me that a servant would be sent up to me.

I paused as he said that, "could Meritrea be the one that comes to my room?"

His eyebrows pursed together and mis mouth moved somewhere between surprised and judgmental, but he acquiesced.

"Of course, just so long as she is... willing to fulfill her role as a servant."

My face went bright red as he spoke and I inwardly wished that I could vanish. But he continued his line thought.

"I am referring to you abusing your powers over her as your servant and as a psychic. So long as that is--"

"It's not! I swear, really."

Ral held his hands up, "I just wanted to clarify. I know you are a you--"

"Youknowyouactuallydon'thavetoI'lljustbeinmyroomalonethanks."

I quickly spun, hurled myself into my room, and slammed the door closed behind me. I held my head in my hands for a minute as I thought about that disastrous interaction between Ral and I.

"I will make sure to send her up" came Ral's voice through door.

"Thanks" I managed to squeak in response.

Jesus christ, that was a shitshow I thought as I slid down to the floor. Well, at least I know she will be coming... not that I have had any other servant attend me. Shit, did I not even need to have that conversation? Probably... whatever, time to practice that spell Mel taught me to clean myself up for her... Wait, would she help me bathe?

My internal monologue lasted for much longer than I thought as I heard a knocking at door sometime much later, which I could only tell by the dimness of the light coming in through the smoked glass window on the opposite side of my room. Standing, I quickly muttered that spell and marveled at the sudden freshness that pervaded the air around me. Feeling smug, I opened the door to Meritrea and was pleasantly surprised by what I saw.

"I heard you asked for me specifically, so I can only imagine what you have your mind on" Meritrea said. The neckline of her dress plunged down to her abdomen, revealing much of her chest to me and matching the revealing slit down the left side of her dress, revealing a similar amount of leg. She walked past me, smelling of vanilla and lavender, while carrying a tray of food in her gloved hands. As she walked past me, not only could I see her shapely ass hugged by the fabric of her dress, I could see that her outfit was backless. The pendants on her choker gently swung in the open air as she bent over to place the tray on a night stand in a way that gave me a great view of her chest. Standing up with her back straight, she turned and game me her brightest and most innocent smile.

"What does the young master desire from his favorite servant girl?"