- Caelum POV -
Caelum, or rather Orven von Halbrecht for the time being, was being guided through the lower side of the Glass Atrium by the technical assistant assigned to him that morning.
The young man looked nervous enough to spill his own bones if someone asked him to carry them properly. He walked with a folder clutched tight against his chest, his steps quick but uneven, while trying to explain the schedule, the lower rooms, the review order, and the project Caelum had supposedly agreed to help inspect the previous day.
Caelum listened as much as Halbrecht would have listened.
Which meant he allowed the young man to speak, judged half of it in silence, and made him suffer beneath the possibility of correction.
They had entered through the western staff passage. As the door closed behind them, Caelum caught a brief glimpse through the public section of the Lower Conservatory.
There, among the displays and reagent tables, stood Trafalgar.
