She took it back very carefully and pressed her thumb to the handle. The power faded to a dull gray, the audible sound cutting off before the glow was fully extinguished. She reached back and sheathed the knife back in place and arranged her clothes back accordingly.
“Yes, it is in my quarters,” she took in a deep breath, having recovered herself when they were talking business. “I will show you to your own quarters then retrieve it for you.”
At least she was no longer sulking, or bitter. She began to walk back to the exit, looking down at the place where the demon had been summoned. She pressed a palm against the panel.
“Someone will have to escort you through, if you react so strongly from touching the controls,” she reasoned aloud.
She led him back through into the Spire commons, then detoured to one section which towered in a narrow strip up the entire length of the Spire. She motioned as she walked to a lift. “You’ll have one of the higher suites, the Guardians house elsewhere, but I think you will be pleased by the accommodations.”
Faust still retrieved stares, but as Athala stared hard into each of their eyes, they quickly went along their business more briskly than before.
"Thank you. I appreciate the honorable treatment." In response to being escorted: "M, yes. I'll have to be careful from now on, but I should be able to handle it more easily, now." He walked onto the lift. Really, this wasn't so much different than post-Awakening Seattle. Well, Except for the two moons, Eternium, and non-humans. He laughed to himself at that one.
“It’s by the Supreme Guardian’s orders,” she said a matter-of-factly. “I would have kept you in that cell if I had my way,” she said honestly.
Athala glanced at him sideways as he laughed, but did not comment on it. The lift took them up quite a few floors. They stopped about the fourth down, having passed through a glass tunnel when the top level of the atrium was left behind. They were now up at the top levels of the Spire and the view was breathtaking. On the other side of the glass, the tunnel being just a few inches wider than the half-moon platform of the lift, was a view of the entire face of Naveen, and one could see all of the city of Tevaeh, and the street levels, high off the face of the earth, stretched to other cities, now glints in the distance as the setting sun reflected off of the spires. If you knew where to look, you would be able to see the scars where the old kingdom trailed along the face, dull gray sprawling patches devoid of the emerald green of the landscape, which rose up to the dark hills of the mountain faces, capped with ice, and the glint of the water, where the moon was rising, yawning wide and huge against the flat horizon.
The lift was precisely level with the corridor, which was carpeted and muted as they padded down it to the four rows of suites per level. The ceiling was twice as high as some of the levels below it, and the decoration on the Eternium lamps was more detailed, with delicate scrollwork. Or perhaps he had never looked. There were small alcoves here and there along the curve of the wall, with small tables which held various pieces of artwork, such as expensive looking vases or statues.
She stopped before an impressive entrance way, the archway scrolled with animals, strange perhaps to his eyes as he had not seen wildlife yet. The doors stretched nearly up to the ceiling. She pressed her hand against the keypad and it opened.”
“I can open most doors with my clearance.” She tapped a few keys below it. “Your hand, if you would, so it knows your pattern,” she stepped back.
After he had done so, she motioned towards the entrance. “I’ll leave you to explore and refresh yourself. I will be back presently with your weapon.”
Faust stepped up to the keypad. hesitated, and finally with a nervous sigh, put his hand down. It didn't shock him like the other had. In a few seconds, it beeped a confirmation and the door to his apartments slid open. He stood in the doorway, looking around. Very spacious, with spectacular views from the windows. He wandered into the bathroom to see if they had shower facilities. He was beginning to ache all over, and felt grimy.
She watched him enter, relaxing visibly at the knowledge that he hadn’t again crumpled into a heap or would be required to summon another demon. She shut the doors behind her, making her way back to the Guardian wing.
Finding the facilities normal in just about every way Urth was, was reassuring, and he shucked his clothes to stand under a hot shower.He walked out wrapped in a towel afterward and laid down on the bed stretched out on his back. Within minutes, he was fast asleep, snoring gently. He wouldn't hear the door chime Athala's return when she came.
She did indeed return and pressed the chime waited, and pressed the chime again. She waited, biting her lip, then looked down at the weapon in her hands, wrapped in a cloth so others were not surprised at the way it looked, if it were to be mistaken for a dweller weapon smuggled into the city. Athala chimed a third time, tapping her foot. She dared not leave the weapon outside. Had he wandered off without her? Athala began to retrace her steps. Perhaps she would check the commons… or the Science wing.
Faust wasn't in either place. She would have to check the room he was staying in. It was possible he had collapsed again, even though he said he was good. Surely the patrolmen would have told her if he had left the building.
Athala had hurried about, getting at first, increasingly vexed. It hadn’t at first occurred to her that it might be something affecting his health, since she had left him in a good state. From the commons, she looked up the stretch of wing in which his suite was housed and darted to the lift.
“Hurry…” she tapped her foot nervously and jogged the rest of the way. She slapped a hand against the door panel. It hissed open in response. She hastened inside, looking around the room.
There he was. Faust was fast asleep, sprawled out on the bed in just the towel he'd wrapped around himself when he'd stepped out of the shower. He looked more normal this way, humanoid. He was an elf after all. Much of his skin had runish designs tattooed on in a special ink, twisting around this way and that. His chest rose and fell steadily. It was the first time she'd seem him sleep and not just meditate to regain his energy. Perhaps summoning that demon had been more taxing than he'd let on.
Well at least he had a towel on… she blushed lightly. She tilted her head to look at him while he slept, since she could be unguarded. She stepped just a little closer to examine the tattoos. The skin of the Tzeitelians was too dark to tattoo, which explained the paint on so many of them where their skin was most often exposed, especially on the face, neck, and arm area. The paler native dwellers could do as such, and it always envied her, though gold was her favorite since it set off her skin tone nicely. Some did not use metallic, and only the richest Tzeitelians could afford real gold or silver in the paint, such as the Supreme Guardian. Other colors chosen were silver, black and red.
She remembered the weapon, heavy in her hand, and she gently placed it on the bed. She flushed again when she realized that he’d know that she’d been here, for she would not have trusted anyone else with it, and she hastily retreated, the locks on the doors sealing after she shut them as quietly as possible.
He woke several hours later, to find his gun on the chest at the foot of the bed. Yep. It was still broken, but he had a mind to fix that. He threw on some clothes, which had been generously provided, and went down to the labs. Once there, he would be able to fix the weapon, provided these people could manufacture the parts.
They could. So he spent some hours fixing up his weapon and then had an idea. He called for a courier to go tell Athala he needed her advice.