horrible cold

[warmfeelings]

Chelsa buries herself in her friends, and the warmth of the world that Harley isn't on anymore. She doesn't understand him. She never will. But there's Corona, sun-scorching and intense; there's Amdon, her oldest and closest; there's Anneia, sweet and smiling; there's Sandre, cuddly and fun; there's Tima, pretty-kindling and empathetic; there's Pacco, bright and deferent; there's Jony, hot as a kiln; Lionara hot as molten glass. And Aelise herself, who makes so many compromises but who does love Chelsa after all.

Harley wasn't like that one cold, cold girl, who - she wasn't even technically a sociopath. Sociopaths kindle like everyone else. She was just - cold. Like an airless environment in which no fire can burn.

But Aelise had her killed, and Chelsa made sure no one would miss her, and if anything like that ever happened again, Chelsa has every confidence that Aelise would make it right. Harley's one thing. He can just be - out of sight, out of mind. Aelise would never expect Chelsa to compromise on the existence of such a terrible cold.

Comments

[salus_populi]

"You can borrow a computer, if you want."

[alicornucopia]

"Then someone might read what I put on it," says Mehitabel.

[salus_populi]

"I could make whatever you put on it a state secret," says Aelise. "Or I could find you some paper, or I could take you back home and get your own computer to bring with us. The first one is fastest, and makes it hardest for anyone to read what you write down. Which one do you want?"

[alicornucopia]

"If it's a state secret doesn't that mean you get to read it because you are the state?" asks Mehitabel.

[salus_populi]

"Yes, but I'm not going to."

[alicornucopia]

"I don't know you, not really," Mehitabel points out.

[salus_populi]

"There is nothing you could possibly write down that I couldn't read if I really, really wanted to," she says. "I haven't so far, and I don't plan to start."

[alicornucopia]

Mehitabel thinks about this.

Then she says, "I can just borrow a computer, then."

[salus_populi]

"Okay."

Aelise finds a tablet.

"State secrets or no?"

[alicornucopia]

"Doesn't matter," says Mehitabel, and in fact she makes no effort to hide the contents of the screen as she paints them on, which are completely incomprehensible isolated symbols connected by lines and squiggles.

[salus_populi]

Aelise makes no effort to read them.

[alicornucopia]

Mehitabel will be incomprehensibly squiggling for a long while.

[salus_populi]

They have time.

Aelise gets out another tablet and starts reading something on it.

[alicornucopia]

Eventually Mehitabel concludes, "I need to know more things."

[salus_populi]

"What things do you need to know?"

[alicornucopia]

"About Chelsa and you and how things were hundreds of years ago and stuff. All the things. When I know how they all work I can figure out how to fix them."

[salus_populi]

"I see," says Aelise. "It's going to take you a long time to learn all those things. In the meantime, we have a different problem. Do you know what that is?"

[alicornucopia]

"No. I fixed the problem where people could read stuff I write."

[salus_populi]

"Yes you did," says Aelise. "The problem we have now is that if Chelsa finds out that you exist, or that I spent all this time talking to you about how to get rid of her, she's going to be very upset. Making sure Chelsa doesn't get very upset is one of the ways I make sure everyone doesn't die."

[alicornucopia]

"I won't tell her that you're thinking of how to get rid of her. Or that I am," says Mehitabel.

[salus_populi]

"That doesn't help at all," says Aelise. "If you were even in the same room as her, she'd be very upset already. If she heard somehow that there was a person in the world who didn't like her, she'd be very upset already. And you're a person, and you're in the world, and you don't like her."

[alicornucopia]

"...So, nobody should tell her?" says Mehitabel. "You can tell Mommy and Daddy and the doctor that I'm not sick and they shouldn't worry. They'll all listen to you."

[salus_populi]

"Could you go home and pay attention to the morning announcements every day, and pretend that you like Chelsa as much as everyone does, and never talk to anyone about getting rid of her, or say that it would be better if she wasn't making everyone like each other, or anything like that?"

[alicornucopia]

"...Ever?" asks Mehitabel dubiously.

[salus_populi]

"There are two people you could ever safely talk to about any of that. One of them is me," says Aelise. "The other one is my aunt Kerestine. And you wouldn't be able to talk to either of us for a while, if you went home. You'd have to pretend everything was normal - normal the way it is for most people, not for you - without any help, for at least a little while. And once you were grown up, you'd have to keep pretending for as long as it took to find a way to get rid of her. It's been three hundred years and I haven't found one yet; it might take you your whole life. You couldn't ever go anywhere that Chelsa might be, because if you ran into her by accident she'd know you didn't like her and she'd be very upset. That's one option."

She pauses.

"The other option is, you could go somewhere that you wouldn't have to pretend, and grow up there and live there until you solved the problem. It would be lonely, but it would be safer. And you could read whatever you wanted without anybody interrupting you. And you'd have my aunt for company."