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Chelsa permits Harley's original affections to persist intact. For a while. (She maintains regular upkeep of his kindlings to his lovely new friends, of course.)
And then she gets impatient, because he's so antisocial, she can feel him all kindled warm but he refuses to act like it, it's not even just her he's nasty to but her other friends as well, and there's one thing left she hasn't tried.
She doesn't really like dousing people. Even when warmth isn't aimed her way, it's still warmth, and warmth is good. But she can do it.
She does a few repetitions of the douse, late at night, while he's sleeping, and then she cuddles up to Amdon and goes to sleep herself. With any luck Harley'll be better behaved in the morning and won't even notice why.
warmfeelings
In the morning, Harley is gone.
warmfeelings
Chelsa is alarmed!
She asks Sandre if he can find him, first, and when the answer is no she asks Corona if he knows where Harley would have gone.
She asks Sandre if he can find him, first, and when the answer is no she asks Corona if he knows where Harley would have gone.
"Nope," says Corona. "Not a clue."
warmfeelings
"Harley's gone. He's out of Sandre's range and Corona says he doesn't know where he went either."
salus-populi
"That is extremely unfortunate," says Aelise. "But unless he teleported again, I don't think he can have gone that far. I'll look for him."
warmfeelings
"Thank you. I'm hoping he just needs a little longer to get comfortable here and start acting as warm as he is..."
salus-populi
"If that doesn't happen," says Aelise, "I might have to take him off your hands. If I can keep him, I can expand the circle of immortality by a lot... but only if I can keep him."
warmfeelings
"Just... shut him up somewhere?" asks Chelsa, shivering. "I don't like that - it's so unfriendly - but if he's going to keep running off - I suppose."
salus-populi
"Not unless I have to," says Aelise. "But if I have to, I will. In the meantime, I'll call Demauri."
He picks up. "Aelise!" he says warmly. "What's on your mind?"
salus-populi
"Lost little lambs," she says. "Specifically, the newest guest at Mont Blanc ran away from home. His name's Harley and he has an amazing resemblance to Corona. Think you can bring him back for me?"
"Sure. I'll drop him in your lap in - triangulating - call it two hours, he hasn't got far."
salus-populi
"You're a dear. Thank you," she says. "He might be difficult about it. Use your judgment."
"Do you need him all in one piece or is anything Anneia can fix okay or what?"
salus-populi
"He is amazingly immortal," she says. "Think Luhan, but the healing doesn't kick in until he's to all appearances dead. I'd prefer minimal damage, but whatever you have to do to get him here, you can safely do."
"Got it," says Demauri. "See you in a bit. Love and loyalty."
He hangs up, and hops on his hoverbike, and closes in unerringly on Harley.
He hangs up, and hops on his hoverbike, and closes in unerringly on Harley.
Harley is hiking determinedly away from the mountain.
Demauri gets in his way.
"Hullo. Harley, right?"
"Hullo. Harley, right?"
"Who the fuck are you?" says Harley.