Alteea walked in like she literally owned the room.
There was nothing forced about it, nothing performative - Alteea Sage entered the Echelon’s eting room the way sunlight enters through a window, naturally, inevitably and with complete indifference to what was already there. She was dressed elegantly, no armor, formal wear: a relatively long black pencil skirt, a simple white shirt with a loose black tie, her usual round glasses with a few raindrops still hanging on the fra, and her favourite black coat – the one I’ve seen her many tis with. Aside from that, it was just the Alteea I’ve known for years – sa loose hair, sa wide smile on her face that contained more intelligence than most people’s entire vocabulary.
"Gentlen" she said, then glanced at Maren and the woman with the crown. "And distinguished ladies." The smile widened a fraction. "I won’t take much of your ti, I know how very precious it is."
There was a small hint of irony in her voice, like she didn’t trust what she said either. She didn’t sit or approach the table. She stopped just inside the doorway - three steps in, no further - as if the room’s carefully constructed hierarchy of seating positions was sothing she’d observed, understood, and decided not to participate in.
"I’m not here to trade information or negotiate terms of academic exchange" she said firmly. "I’m here to announce sothing."
The word announce landed differently than it should have. In this room, people proposed. People suggested. People submitted for consideration. Announcents were made by the Echelon to the outside world, never the other way around.
Alteea didn’t seem to notice the distinction. Or she noticed it perfectly and simply didn’t care.
"The Luminite chunks recovered from the mountain after the Anathema signal was detected – the ones flagged them as anomalous. Unstable resonance, irregular Eon absorption patterns. You all know what I’m talking about" She paused, just long enough for the room to confirm what she already knew. Nobody answered, which itself was an answer. "They’ve returned to normal. Completely normal. Standard resonance, standard absorption, behaving exactly like any Luminite gem pulled from any mine on any continent."
She let the silence do its work for a mont before continuing.
"Which ans the instability was temporary. Induced by proximity to the Anathema signal, and reversed once the signal ceased. The implication is that extrely high-fortitude Nyxes can, in fact, affect Luminite’s fundantal properties - not permanently, but asurably and reversibly. Of course, the Anathema signal was pretty far from the luminite chunks, so it’s not one-hundred-percent accurate" Her smile had changed by now, thinned and sharpened into sothing even more confident. "But at least it ans that Luminite isn’t the fixed constant your models assu it to be."
The room stirred. Subtle movents - a shifted weight, a small glance exchanged, Voss’s chanical fingers tightening on the table’s edge with a whirr. The Echelon had built decades of research on the assumption that Luminite was stable and inert, a reliable baseline against which everything else was asured.
If that baseline moved, everything built on top of it moved with it.
"This brings to my actual point" Alteea continued. She clasped her hands behind her back, her pose relaxed, almost leisurely, while her eyes and grin stayed sharp.
"I’m not here to ask for the Echelon’s approval. I don’t need it, and frankly, I don’t want it." The warm smile returned, bright and disarming, the sort of smile that made you forget she’d just said sothing that would have gotten anyone else escorted from the building. "I’m here to inform you - personally, as a courtesy - that I will be launching my own research initiative into Luminite behavior and applications. Funded from my own resources, staffed by my own people, operating independently on my own tiline and under my own thodology."
She licked her lips.
"And if the results are exciting enough..." The smile brightened another degree. "I might just share them with you."
The room held still for exactly two seconds.
Then Voss stood up.
Every chanical fist hit the table at once, the impact hard enough to rattle the stone and send a tremor through every glass and pen within reach. His chair scraped backward, and he was on his feet, leaning forward over the table with the cords in his neck pulled taut and his face flushed with the raw, uncomplicated fury of a man whose authority had been challenged in his own house by soone who’d been in the room for less than two minutes.
"YOU THINK YOU KNOW MORE THAN US!?" The words ca out agressive and loud, the sort of loud that filled a stone chamber and bounced off every wall until it sounded like three people shouting instead of one. "YOU THINK THAT YOU’RE BETTER THAN US!? YOU’RE AN OUTCAST!"
The echo took its ti dying. The Luminite veins in the walls pulsed once, reacting to the emotional charge in the Eon that Voss was unconsciously radiating.
Alteea’s smile died. "An outcast, you say?"
Voss didn’t stop. "We know very well that you were expelled from Kelperion’s Royal Academy for illegal studies. Are you going to make the sa mistake again!?"
Alteea had already turned around. She was facing the door, her back to Voss, her back to the table, to Maren, to the woman with the floating crown and to . Her coat shifted across her shoulders as she took a step toward the exit, unhurried, completely unbothered.
"Relax, darling" she said, her voice light and easy again, the vocal equivalent of a hand waving away smoke. "I’m not trying to be above you."
She turned her head. Just enough - just far enough that the profile of her face caught the warm lantern light, the jaw,the cheekbone and the corner of a grin that had been waiting for this exact mont since she’d walked through the door.
"I just am."
She left. The door closed behind her, gently, the softest sound in a room full of silence.
Nobody moved.
I sat in my chair, third from the door, and watched the space where she’d been standing. My dark hand flexed beneath the table. The golden lines pulsed once, and I pressed my fingers flat against my thigh to keep them still.
Alteea Sage was going to be a much bigger problem than I’d anticipated.
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