The sunset, already made early by the winter, was
hastened by the sun disappearing behind the tall peaks as Leilan and Kaja arrived
at the Plaza of Claws. The blue and gray shadows of the mountains covered the
city, creeping over streets and buildings, but the dimness didn’t stay for long.
Neon lights tinged the darkened landscape with bright color as signs flickered
to life, and a whole new side of Crystal City woke up just in time for dusk.
Kaja’s pale blond curtain of hair turned purple in the glow of the sign for the
hotel as the two of them stepped out of the car and hauled their suitcases through
the revolving doors.
About a half dozen people sat in the lobby, most of
them leaning back in velvet armchairs, making calls and sipping from drinks. But
one person watched their entrance and sat much more stiffly, here for a job and
not to relax. They stood up once the two Heirs approached and walked over to hand
each of them a keycard. “The others are on their way back,” they informed them.
“Thank you, Acelin,” Leilan said. “Where are Favia and
Daphne at?”
“Favia accompanied them. Daphne’s holding down a
dinner reservation because everything happened to be a little behind schedule
today,” Acelin explained.
“Even their meeting?” Kaja asked.
“They got there late. We had some problems getting a
safe private car, and then we sent it straight to you for your own pickup, so
they decided to walk back instead of waiting.”
Leilan almost said something surprised about how that
seemed riskier than gambling on an unchecked car, but it made more sense after
a few moments. Crystal City had excellent public transport, but they were
discouraged from using it unless they were disguised enough or undercover.
Walking with a bodyguard wasn’t all that dangerous, in a crowded city where no
one could see a face for long. And even though Shane checked everything
himself, he might refuse to set foot in a car that hadn’t been inspected already
and was under suspicion.
“We’ll head upstairs and settle in,” he told the bodyguard.
“They can meet us there.”
Acelin nodded, their posture straight as they stepped
back and took a seat again. “You should see them shortly.”
Kaja moved over to the elevator, effortlessly carrying
her bulky suitcase, and pressed the up button for the two of them. When the
doors opened and they entered, Leilan scanned his keycard for access to their
floor. The doors closed a moment later and they shot upwards.
Before he’d started traveling around Aphirah and staying
in high-rise hotels, back when that had been an unfathomable life to him,
Leilan hadn’t known skyscraper elevators could whizz past floors so fast that
it could make his ears hurt. Even now, when it had become his life, the
vibrating ache in his eardrums never got less uncomfortable or painful. He’d made
a remark about it to Shane once, who had shrugged and said he hadn’t been bothered
by it since he was four. Leilan hadn’t mentioned it to another Heir again. The
differences between him and the rest of them were clear enough even without him
bringing them up.
After just a few seconds, the elevator slowed to a
stop, and the doors opened directly into the hotel room. The suite reserved for
the Houses took up the entire top floor. Every time that Leilan had traveled to
Crystal City with someone from a different House, this was where he’d stayed. It
was complete with a kitchen, a large dining room, a living room filled with couches,
a bathroom for each of the seven rooms, a game room, and sitting rooms that seemed
to hold no purpose besides a boast that the square footage was theirs. He didn’t
need to gape at the luxuries anymore, but they were still everywhere he looked—
golden doorknobs, large windows and a balcony for the view, crystal chandeliers,
and as always, so much space.
Kaja made no pause as she went straight for the long
hallway to their right, pulling her suitcase behind her. “I’m going to unpack a
little.”
“Good idea,” Leilan agreed, following behind.
Kaja ducked in the first room to her left. Her room
had the red theme to match the House of Strength’s symbolic color, and he saw a
glimpse of crimson carpeting and velvet seats before she closed the door. He
still had further to go. Leilan passed the emerald-green room for the House of
Courage, where Shane would be staying; the subdued blues and silvers of Kasumi’s
room were directly opposite the deep blacks and purples of Dawn’s. All three of
those rooms held the luggage of the other Heirs. He went by a closed door that
he’d rarely opened, but that he knew was decorated with teal. Just before he
got to the room at the end of the hall, a bronze room that Marius had never
seen but had heard all about, Leilan pushed open the second-last door and
stepped in.
The white and gold of the House of Compassion somehow made
his room minimalist and vibrant at the same time. Wherever the soft white of the
carpet and walls made the space cleaner, the reflective gold of the bedding,
curtain rods and mirror frames made it lively. Leilan pulled his suitcase over
to the nightstand and sat on the bed, deciding to figure out what had been
packed for him. He hadn’t gotten to do it himself.
It turned out that not knowing how to pack for colder
weather was something everyone from the West faced.
Leilan had four scarves (that seemed a lot for one
neck) and three coats of varying degrees of warmness, but no boots that were
meant for snow. The sweaters and pants were of all different types, like
someone had gotten a sample of random clothes and only selected the ones with
long sleeves or legs. He was fairly sure many of these weren’t really his, and
there were far more outfits than he needed. There was even an old chest binder
thrown in there, even though he hadn’t worn one since surgery a few years ago. Leilan
guessed it hadn’t been packed by someone who knew him too well. He was laughing
a little, from how much it looked like it had been thrown together in five
minutes, but he knew he wouldn’t have done much better if it was up to him.
With that bag searched, Leilan unzipped his carry-on
and pulled out a few items that he’d brought himself. A toothbrush and toothpaste
to go in the attached bathroom. A package of duty-free specialty marshmallows
from Amber City to be given to Dawn. A book he’d started on the flight to be
set on the nightstand. And a necklace with a miniature conch shell pendant and
tarnished chain to tangle in his fingers, to hold up to his cheek, then to
carefully return to the bag.
Countless travels made as an Heir, and it still amazed
him how much emotional baggage could be carried in a backpack with a strict
weight limit.
Leilan zipped the bag up, left it leaning against a
bedpost, then went to find Kaja again.
~~~
A disadvantage of this much space—though Leilan could
think of a few more— was that it was often difficult to find someone else in. There
were too many spaces to check. He’d seen her room empty with the door open, so
he’d gone to the living room next, then the kitchen, then the game room. He eventually
found her in one of the sitting rooms with armchairs, couches and a table that they
mostly only used for meetings. Kaja had claimed a couch and turned a television
on the news, watching the screen blankly. Leilan read the headline out of the
corner of his eye: Tremor and Flare Explosion in Downtown Crystal City: Suspects
Fled.
“So things are already going crazy,” he said as he
took a seat in an armchair.
“Always have been,” Kaja muttered. Her brown eyes
followed the motion of the crime scene of a smoke-filled alley, and she looked ready
to go down and see it herself. Her posture wasn’t tense, just prepared in a highly strung way— more like a predator waiting to pounce than prey ready to run.
“And we’re going to hear all about it soon, once the others
get here.”
“Not just that,” she said, glancing away from the
screen briefly to face him. Her face twisted into a smirk that matched her
voice. “It’s up to us this time, not the Heads. We’re going to get to do
something about it.”
Leilan looked away even before Kaja went back to
watching the news. It was a sentiment he’d heard from her often— it’s real
power we need, power in our hands so we can be the ones to reach out and shape
the world into what it needs to be. But something told him the responsibility
of being a sculptor was lost on her. Ambitious, harsh or cruel touch could
crumble the world, and if that happened when it was their turn, the rubble and
the blame would be sitting in their hands.
He needed to trust all five pairs of hands that power
would be resting in, and watching Kaja’s fingers curl into fists, he wasn’t
sure that he did yet.
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