"I'm so tired of throwing up." Lexa cursed as the boat reached the island, docking hard at the beach. The waves were crashing against the coast, foaming water rising up to her knees and Lexa just wanted to escape - but felt like she couldn't. Her legs felt just too weak. Clarke walked closer to her, and took Lexa's hand and helped her to walk back onto dry land.
"I guess being born in space helps a little with this issue." Clarke, who seemed not to be affected at all by the tide, as she tried to calm Lexa down, but didn't really know what to say. She felt sorry for Lexa and hated that she was feeling sick almost every morning since they started traveling together.
"It's not just the tide, Klark." Lexa coughs after cleaning her mouth with saltwater. "That's disgusting." She screams, spitting it out immediately, her stomach tightening badly once more. Luna hands her a canteen with fresh water, so she could cleanse her mouth properly.
"I could have told you." The older Grounder woman scolds her friend. "Saltwater is not for human consumption."
Lexa glares at her, takes the canteen and drinks. When she is done, she closes it before handing it over to its rightful owner.
"Luna… I won't hear of this again." Lexa snarls. Luna smiles back at her with a questioning look on her face. "What won't you hear again?" She eventually asks.
"I told you so." Lexa replied annoyed.
"Right." Luna sighs with a slight smile on her lips before reaching out her hand and tracing Lexa's eyebrow with her fingertips. Lexa immediately softens. "I'm sorry." She whispers.
Clarke stomps closer towards the scene, coughing on purpose to get their attention. Luna breaks away from Lexa, she looks at Clarke and gets the message as she sees Clarke's rather grumpy expression at the sight of her being affectionate towards Lexa. "Follow me" as she eventually started walking.
"Klark." Lexa saw Clarke's face and she placed her hand on her shoulder. "Please." Her eyes were searching Clarke's and she wordlessly tried to suggest that there wasn't anything to be jealous about - just like she wanted to imply that it's now time to walk and follow Luna.
They do so, and the thought of having to walk even further seems rather frustrating at first, but it turned out to just have been a ten minutes march before the first tiny buildings came into sight. Clarke and Lexa felt relieved. A resting place was finally near.
"So this is the famous City of Light?" Lexa asked as they eventually arrived at what was merely a village, located in the center of the Island.
"I no longer refer to it this way." Luna responds. "It doesn't exactly fit the description."
"Right. I can't see any candles, at least not from afar." Lexa, who was feeling better by now remarked.
"So it's Floudonkru?" Clarke asks, but Luna just looks at her with a smile, not replying.
"I see you talked with her about this place?" She speaks to Lexa instead. Lexa's brow furrows and she slightly brushes Luna off.
"Klark can speak for herself, so why don't you talk to her? She already attempted to start a conversation with you." Lexa smiled at Luna, then at Clarke, who glared angrily back at her.
The conversation eventually died out before even starting.
They walked along a small path, more of a trail than an actual road as they entered the village.
On the left and right there were small cottages, constructed out of a wide variety of materials. Some were merely tents or yurts, others were made from clay and straw, while others seem to have been constructed from scrap metal, much like those cottages inside the abandoned village they visited before. Every home had an outdoor stove and most families had been cooking or preparing food around this time. The air was filled with smoke and steam, it smelled of roasted seafood and grilled vegetables. Clarke felt her stomach rumble.
"Will we have to hunt our own food or…" Clarke began to talk as they were still marching through the village along the path - but she was interrupted by Luna
"Don't worry, we have fishermen who provide us with our daily rations. You must be tired, so for today I will not expect you to work. However, be reminded that everybody who wants to stay with my people must commit themselves within the community." Luna explains, looking at Clarke as if she wordlessly wanted to tell her not to get lazy.
"But if you truly carry a child" She looks back at Lexa…" you are exempt from this." Luna's voice became so much softer as she spoke to her childhood friend.
"This is very considerate from you, but I do believe I can still commit myself to the community." Lexa replied, smiling.
"Once you are well rested." Luna insists and guides the two women into an empty cottage alongside the path. It was mostly constructed out of wood. They step through the door and find a beautifully designed, yet simple interior. The roof wasn't very high, but at least there was a bed and several thick, warm blankets. Luna just gave them a few instructions on how to use the shower, light the fireplace and she asked them to only cook outside, because of the smell.
"I will have ready-made food sent to you later, but only for today." Luna explained. Lexa nodded without saying a word. She was very tired. Clarke still glared at her. They had been walking from the shore where their boat arrived, to this cottage here on the outer border of the village. Their clothes were still soaked with saltwater since the boat docking was rough and they had become cold and uncomfortable.
"Lexa…" Luna continued further. "The wound on the back of your neck…"
"It's fine." Lexa interrupted her.
"Lexa I can see you are in pain. Please let me help you…" Luna was obviously concerned and Clarke felt guilty for being jealous. She clenches her fist inside of her pocket, feeling messed up and angry at herself.
"I will have someone sent…" Luna realized how uncomfortable Lexa felt, how jealous Clarke appeared to be - yet she still wanted to help Lexa. She stepped out of the door, closing it behind her.
As soon as the Floukru leader was gone, Lexa began to undress. She hangs her clothes around the fire, allowing them to dry. She takes a blanket from the bed and puts it in front of the fireplace, and sits down on it, cross-legged before wrapping another blanket around herself.
Clarke watches her in awe - but she was still confused and in a state of shock when she realized what Lexa was doing. Of course, she knew Lexa was only getting herself warmed up again and not trying to seduce her - she could still not help herself but to address the situation.
"Did you just… get naked in front of me?" Clarke asked, but Lexa didn't answer.
"Would you please stop giving me the silent treatment?" Clarke felt helpless and foolish at Lexa's lack of response.
"Jealousy is weakness, Klark." Lexa eventually speaks. Her voice is soft and quiet. Lexa enjoys the warming heat of the fire. It calms her.
"Lexa, I…" Clarke growls in exasperation. "I'm not… I mean… She was so obviously flirting with you!" She desperately explains.
"Klark." Lexa interrupts her. "There is no reason for jealousy. What Luna and I had is in the past and there is no weakness for her in my heart any longer." Lexa came forward with her confession.
Clarke heard and processed Lexa's words. She couldn't believe what she just heard and stopped to breathe for a moment. Then she coughed. "Wait, wait wait…" She began to flutter. "Luna and you were…"
"Like I said, Klark. It's in the past. Besides, jealousy is weakness." Lexa interrupted Clarke again.
"Thanks, you don't have to repeat yourself…" Clarke was puzzled and she didn't exactly know if Lexa was trying to be smug all of a sudden. And then she felt so distant again… Clarke hated this so much. Lexa was right there, yet she seemed to have no chance to get to her. Clarke is standing in the middle of the room, not really knowing what to do with herself. She was still wearing her cold, damp clothes, but her skin had already got used to the cold. She knew this wasn't going to be healthy.
"You should warm yourself too, Klark." Lexa speaks to her, obviously very tired.
"Um, yeah… You are probably right." Clarke grumbles before undressing herself as well. Instead of sitting in front of the fireplace next to Lexa, she just wrapped a blanket around herself and climbed into the bed. Clarke began to realize how heavy her legs felt and how tired she actually was. It didn't take long for her to drift away into sleep, despite being hungry, she couldn't stay awake for the meal that Luna promised to bring later.
Lexa noticed after a while that Clarke had fallen asleep.
Lexa got up and walked over to the dresser, looking through the clothes that had previously been stored there. She found a pair of pants and a hoodie with buttons, and put them on and is glad at the realization that they loosely fit.
Even as Lexa thought about going to bed herself, someone knocked at the door. "Enter" she called out loud enough. The door opened and a young girl stepped inside. She was approximately twelve, thirteen years old. Brown hair, fair skin. She closed the door behind herself and waited for Lexa to speak.
"Thank you." Lexa saw that the girl brought two bowls of food. "Come closer."
The girl did as Lexa said and placed the bowls on the floor, right in the middle of the room.
"I hope it's alright this way." The girl started to speak. "Usually every house is provided with a table, so it will probably…"
"It's already more than we could have hoped for." Lexa interrupted the girl, but not in an impatient manner. She just didn't want her to worry, implying that they won't complain about the accommodation.
"What's your name?" Lexa asked the girl.
"I'm Madi." she replied. "Luna said you had an injury." Madi continued and pulled something out of the pocket of her jacket. It looked like a jar, with a creamy, greenish substance inside of it. "She asked me to apply this. If you allow me of course."
Lexa was hesitant at first, but then nodded. "It's at the back of my neck… so it's not easy to do it myself, and Klark is already asleep so…" Lexa moves her hair out of the way.
Madi steps behind her and is shocked at what she saw.
"You… oh wow... " She gasped when she saw the wound. Lexa wanted to turn around, asking Madi what she was so astonished about, but the girl continued. "Cursed blood… You… you are… like me."
Lexa sighed. "Nightblood." She corrected her. "But in a way you are correct… I suppose." She felt sad and hollow all of a sudden.
"Forgive me… It's Luna who always refers to it this way." Madi apologizes when applying the tincture on Lexa's wound.
"There is nothing to apologize for, Madi. I know this is what Luna believes." Lexa explains.
"And… do you believe the same?" Madi curiously asked.
Lexa carefully considers what to say. "We are taught that Nightblood is an honor - and in a sense this is true, because it gives us health and strength. However... " Lexa pauses for a moment before she continues. "It also means our life is never truly ours…"
"And our line ends with us. We can't have children." Madi adds. Her words hit Lexa like a punch and she was close to tears.
Madi feels that something wasn't right with Lexa all of a sudden. "Are you alright?" She asked.
Lexa breathes and swallows thickly. She pulls herself together and answers.
"Your last statement is incorrect… at least for me." Lexa places a hand on her belly. Madi understands the message immediately and she looks at Lexa with shining eyes.
"Why are you sad? This is a miracle." She smiles.
"Fate is working in mysterious ways." Lexa closes her eyes and Madi watches her in awe. She was astonished and fascinated that someone could be this beautiful.
"I really wish it was Luna who was bestowed with the ability to give new life… It's wrong that it had to be me." Lexa speaks softly.
"I don't understand. You believe that you're undeserving to have a child." Madi looks concerned. "Why?"
Lexa takes a deep breath and begins to explain.
"Because I won't be able to see my child grow up. Safe passage is for her. Not for me. I have duties and must return to my people, as soon as she is safely delivered." Madi felt sad and heavy when listening to Lexa. She understands, it must be hard to know that one has to surrender their own flesh and blood.
Madi became quite still for a few moments, however she was a smart girl and therefore began to put the pieces together inside of her head. She could have just asked this mysterious young woman in front of her, but she was suddenly too afraid to speak. Who was she? How is it possible she was a Nightblood? An adult Nightblood after all? Luna told her a few things about the cursed blood, explained why she could never be free and had to live in hiding forever - when a Nightblood child is discovered and brought to Polis to be trained for the conclave, this is the only reason for which children with cursed blood exist. A Nightblood is either dead or - That's when the realization hit Madi. Her heart skipped a beat and she was suddenly terrified.
She whispers with a heavy, shaky voice.
"You are Heda…"
Lexa didn't seem surprised at hearing the young girl's words. She recognized Madi was a curious person indeed. She seeks Madi's eyes and takes her hand.
"Fallen." Lexa replies calmly.
"I'm sorry…" Madi replies, not knowing what else to say. A strange silence filled the room. She wasn't really sure what to think now that she first met the Commander, why she would be here in the first place - what "Fallen" meant and - if the rumors she heard about her, were in fact not true or wildly exaggerated.
"You don't have to be." Lexa replied. "It would just be considerate of you to keep to yourself what you know about me, at least for now. I do not intend to worry people with the awareness of my presence."
"I will abide by your wish." Mady nods. "Perhaps my people will change what they think about you… once they learn who you truly are."
"As I said before, my presence is only temporary. Safe passage is for my child and my companion. Not for me." Lexa briefly replied.
"Are you going back to Polis?" Madi asked. "Will you be accepted as Heda again?" She sounded worried. Even if she just met Lexa, she sincerely didn't want anything bad to happen to her. She heard that the Commander was a monster. Ruthless and bloodthirsty. She could have never imagined how fragile and vulnerable this woman really was. Yet Madi still admired her strength and courage. She considers herself to be fallen, but she wants to ascend again, making the greatest sacrifice known to humankind while doing so.
"This is my purpose." Lexa replied. "I'm not certain whether or not my people will accept me again." She pauses a moment to take a deep breath. "If this is not the case I shall accept my fate. I always knew that death would await me at a young age and I am prepared. I always was."
"I surely wouldn't want you to die" Madi said before thinking - and was immediately trying to paddle back.
"Oh sorry I didn't mean to overstep." She apologized.
"You did not." Lexa replied with a smile on her face.
"There surely are people who care about you…" Madi lowers her gaze.
"No." Lexa replies coldly. "Love is weakness. To be Commander is to be alone. I know you believe this is harsh but the only way to achieve a difference for a better world is through sacrifice. Only Natblida can ascend. Only those with determination, those who really feel like they were born for this are strong enough to rule, defend and guide."
Madi looked at her and was even more astonished, still at the same time sorry for the sacrifice Lexa had to make. She knew Lexa's words had great value, and had a deep meaning to her.
"You are so strong." Madi didn't hide her deep and honest admiration. "Perhaps… you might even be more than the Commander."
"Madi…There is no such thing as more than the Commander." Lexa smiled at the naive and idealistic mindset of the girl. Somehow she reminded her of Clarke. "But I feel truly flattered."
"Thank you for your time. I really loved speaking with you… but I should leave, you must be hungry and your food is getting cold." Madi gets up and walks towards the door.
"It was my pleasure to meet you." Lexa replied.
"Um…" Madi turned around once again and Lexa, who was just about to start eating looks at her one more time. "You didn't tell me your name."
"Lexa."
Madi nods. "Have a nice evening, and… I hope to speak with you soon again, Lexa." She smiles while stepping out the door.
"May we meet again." Lexa whispered before finally taking the first bite.
Grilled paprika and eggplant with chickpeas, chestnuts and a few clams. Not the most glorious dish but at least it was delicious and nourishing. Lexa decided to eat Clarke's ration as well, since she would probably not wake up anymore at this point - and cold clams aren't the nicest thing to eat anyway.
Lexa lies down next to Clarke as soon as she has finished eating, considering once again how crazy she must be for going through with this plan before drifting off into sleep as well.
"Reshop, ai hodnes." She whispered before closing her eyes. Love was a weakness after all - so she had to make sure to speak those foolish words only when Clarke was unable to hear them.
Clarke opens her eyes the next day and the first thing she saw was Lexa from behind who just put another hoodie on.
"Hello Klark." She softly spoke when turning around. "Since I ate your ration last night, I fulfilled my duty to get you breakfast. You must be hungry."
"Thank you." Clarke was slowly rising to the edge of the bed. "I hope you got yourself a double ration as well?"
"Just a regular one." Lexa smiled while handing Clarke the bowl. She hungrily grabbed it and started devouring her meal. "Mushrooms, tiny eggs and some bread?" She remarked.
"I think so." Lexa nodded. "You like it?"
"Seriously, I'm so hungry, I'd eat a bucket of slugs." Lexa looked disgusted at Clarke's response. "Relax, it's delicious." She swallows.
"Slugs?" Lexa was about to gag, but did in fact not throw up, much to her surprise.
"Lexa I didn't mean it literally. I never ate slugs, you can still kiss me without thinking of it."
"If you feel ready, I shall abide by your request." Lexa replied without hesitation.
Clarke rolled her eyes but her lips were still curled into a smile "Lexa the way you said it makes it sound like a chore." as she finished the last few bites of her meal.
"I did not intend to." Lexa watches Clarke as if she were the most precious thing in this world. Their eyes met - then she leans forward to kiss her. Long, passionately and loving.
Clarke is searching for Lexa's hand. She finds it and entwines Lexa's fingers with her own, as if she never wanted to let her go. Lexa enjoys the kiss and she returns it. Her love for Clarke burns deep inside of her heart, even if she was still not ready to admit it yet.
"We should spend the day together." Lexa breaks away for a moment.
"But we promised Luna we would sign up for duty." Clarke replied, not entirely sure whether or not Lexa was joking.
"Shhh…" Lexa kissed Clarke once again - her breath getting faster, deeper and more intense.
"I just want to hold you…" The words came to Clarke just intuitively as she breaks the kiss and wraps her arms around Lexa - who tenses and seems to feel a little uncomfortable at the affection.
Clarke notices this immediately. She felt concerned - didn't know if she should address it, if this was appropriate. However, she also felt wrong at the thought of just pretending that everything was fine.
"Why do you close yourself off to me? She asks.
"I'm sorry Klark…" Lexa felt even more uncomfortable upon learning that Clarke saw right through her.
"You don't have to apologize… It's just that… I want to know what's bothering you… If… it's alright for you to tell me."
Lexa remains quiet for a few moments. She was trying to find the words inside of her head, forcing herself to stay contained and very careful as to not word what she needed to say the wrong way.
"Klark... " Lexa eventually begins. "I'm not supposed to have emotions. Speaking about them is something I'm not used to." She pauses for a moment and sighs. "I know this is only temporary… and we shall be apart very soon. And we may never see each other again."
Lexa pulls herself back to breathe, trying not to break away and become too emotional. "I remember the last time when someone was holding me like this… and just a few weeks later, I received her head in a box, delivered to my bed."
"You are too scared to bond with someone, because you feel the bond will soon be broken again." Clarke expressed perfectly for Lexa. She learned about poetry in school, even read romance novels while imprisoned back on the ark - so expressing feelings was a little easier for her.
Lexa nods. "Sounds about right."
"If only I knew a way to help heal your soul." Clarke started to sob. "Lexa,it hurts so much to see you suffer… And I treated you so badly in the past. If only I knew…"
"Klark you are forgiven. You know I can't be bitter about anything you've done." Lexa explains.
"Lexa I spat in your face… I held a knife to your throat… I was so rude and unforgiving, and you're still so resilient and even will entrust me with your child…" Clarke pauses for a moment to catch her breath. "I'm such an idiot. You were literally the only person in the world who never blamed me and continued to be encouraging and uplifting and what did I do in return?"
"It helps not to dwell on the past, Klark. We all made mistakes and regret them now." Lexa takes Clarke's hand. "We can't change what happened. We bear our scars and know better today. All we can do is learn from the past, not repeat our mistakes and… try to build a better future." Lexa reaches out to touch Clarke's forehead. She traces the scar her wound has left, which healed not all too long ago, gently with her fingertips.
"I just wish we could raise our child together." Clarke whispers. "Would you allow me…"
Lexa looks at Clarke with questioning eyes.
"To place your hand on her?" Lexa smiles at Clarke's question.
"I thought you would never ask." She smiles. "Of course you can. She is your child after all"
Clarke was hesitant at first, but she gently placed her palm on Lexa's belly.
"Klark…" Lexa was a little amused. "This is way too high." She takes Clarke's hand and guides it under her belt.
"That's… quite low." Clarke's brow furrows and she laughed a little as well.
"That's where she is." Lexa smiles.
"You always refer to the baby as a she. How do you know it's not a boy?" Clarke teases.
"I didn't even notice." Lexa reacted a little surprised. "Did you already decide on a name?" She asked.
"Well… I'm probably the most boring person in the world, but I always said that if I ever had a son, I would name him after my father - Jake. But since the circumstances are a little different, I don't know if this was appropriate." Clarke hesitantly explained.
"Why would the circumstances be different? It's your child." Lexa clarified with a soft and calm voice.
Clarke felt honored. "I still haven't decided on a girl's name. Is there anybody in your family you'd like to honor?" She asked. Lexa didn't answer.
"Don't you have parents?" Clarke asked.
"Well, I obviously came from somewhere…" Lexa started explaining. "But I have no memory of them. When they found out I was a Natblida… they probably gave me away and wanted nothing to do with me anymore. For my fate would have been decided anyway."
"Oh wow… I'm really sorry Lexa… I didn't know…" Clarke almost thought Lexa's parents were dead, or chose to not raise her - but hearing it from Lexa herself confirmed her suspicion and made it so definite.
"It's alright… I was raised by a couple… who had two children of their own… all four of them died of a plague which did not affect me, for I am Natblida… so I lived with Anya for a while, before being brought to Polis."
"What were your siblings called?" Clarke asked. Lexa almost jolted away at the question. This wasn't something she liked to bring up.
"My brother's name was Jaro… He was two years younger than me… He was a little more independent and never bonded much with me… He was the one who succumbed to the disease first." Lexa paused for a few moments before she continued to explain. "My little sister…" Lexa held her hand in front of her face - she closed her eyes as the memory ran through her mind without warning. "Klark I loved her so much… She suffered… she was in such unimaginable pain when she died… and I had to watch her wasting away… for days, weeks… I think she would be Madi's age if she was alive…"
Clarke wraps her arms around Lexa. there was just so much more underneath Lexa's surface she didn't even barely scratch. Clarke became more and more aware of this, the longer she talked with Lexa and the more time they spent together.
"Do you want to tell me her name?" Clarke asked.
"Fawn." Lexa whispered into her ear.
"Jaro and Fawn would be proud of you." Clarke clings tighter onto Lexa, while the tears were starting to run from her own eyes as well.
"And I think… we have a name for a girl." She whispered.
Lexa breaks away so she could look into Clarke's eyes. "You honor me." the words left her lips, barely audible.
Clarke wipes the tears from Lexa's face with her fingers. Her touch was gentle and loving.
"Maybe someday, you and I will owe nothing more to our people." She whispers, and Lexa nods. "I hope so." And she sincerely does.
The next few days had been a little hard to adjust for both of them. It was an unusual lifestyle, but they eventually got used to it quite fast and easily. Clarke had to be reassigned a few times, since she proved inefficient with washing clothes and handcrafting. She found her purpose in fishing, since she was already quite skilled with surviving in the woods.
As their bond began to grow stronger, Clarke would sometimes find herself drawing whenever she came home later than usual. She couldn't just fall asleep easily when finding Lexa asleep already and therefore having nobody to talk to. She channeled it into her art. Mostly she drew Lexa. She knows her body quite well by now, even if they had not yet consummated their relationship. However, she had seen enough detail of her body to sketch it. Clarke was impatient in a sense, wanting to explore Lexa - but she wouldn't dare to push her into the next step too early. Lexa needed time to heal, so she kept her fantasies to herself for now.
Lexa was careful to cover up her tattoos. She also didn't give away much of her previous life when socializing with the other villagers, out of fear someone may recognize her. Her incision of the flame had healed well and was almost not noticeable anymore, if it wasn't for the split lamniscate tattoo that had been the result of it. Since Lexa's hair covers it up most of the time, it doesn't really matter.
Luna insisted that Lexa wouldn't be allowed to work hard, so the other villagers went easy on her, out of respect to the baby. New life was very highly regarded within the clan of the hidden boat people. Protecting the most vulnerable is the essence of Luna's philosophy. Lexa found it quite ironic, since she never would have considered herself to be among the most vulnerable. Floukru didn't have a strict routine when it comes to structuring day and night, everybody just did their work whenever they had the energy to do so. Clarke and Lexa visited Madi very often. She lived together with a young woman named Kaya, and her baby son Ja'kar. Sometimes conversations just got so deep and so long, they simply fell asleep on the thick rug that was on almost every cottage's floor.
Just like it happened during another night, after about roughly five weeks.
The sun was rising and Baby Ja'kar, who was at an age where he started to crawl was already awake, making his way on the rug and trying to wake the grown-ups. The baby boy giggled as he played with Lexa's hoodie, but ended up waking his own mother instead.
"Hey, let Lexa sleep." Kaya rises and walks over to get her little boy. When she untangles Lexa's hair from his tiny fingers she notices the ink on Lexa's skin. Curiously she moves Lexa's hair away with caution, revealing the broken lamniscate. Kaya, who was born Trikru, was horrified, as she was very well aware of who this tattoo belonged to.
"That face… I knew she was familiar." She thought without actually speaking it.
Kaya tries to move Lexa's hoodie a little, careful not to wake her up. She just wanted to make sure, as she honestly couldn't believe the evidence that was right in front of her. Suddenly her pulse started racing. She couldn't really move Lexa's sleeve to check her upper arm - but she gently lifted the clothes on Lexa's back, trying as carefully as possible to look for the markings she was almost certain she would find on Lexa's skin. The upper circular object of her tattoo came into her view - and Kaya had seen enough. She jolted away in panic, searching the room for her friend Madi.
She found her sleeping in a corner, and walked over to her, holding the baby safely in her arms. Kaya begins to nudge her friend awake. "Madi, please wake up. We have to get out of here."
Madi woke up easily, but she was confused as to why Kaya had woken her up - this had happened twice before in the past - and then only because a house or barn was on fire.
"What's the matter?" She grunts sleepily. "Shhh!" Kaya wanted her to be quiet.
"We have to get out of here. Now." Kaya eventually said.
"Why? What happened? Is there a fire somewhere?" Madi asked, more asleep than awake, since this was the first conclusion she jumped to. "I see no smoke."
"No fire, but we're still in danger. Hurry up." Kaya dragged the younger girl out of the door hastily.
"Tell me what's going on…" Madi, walking still half asleep, started to get impatient as Kaya started heading towards Luna's home.
"Listen… I know you like our new arrivals very much… but I'm afraid they aren't who you might think they are." Kaya looks at Madi with a worried expression on her face. She was very serious.
Madi already knew what was going on - at least she could figure it out herself. Still she was curious how Kaya figured it out. "Who do you believe them to be?" Madi eventually asked.
"Did you ever notice that Clarke has no tribal tattoos on her skin?" Kaya asked.
"She may have never been a warrior." Madi shrugged.
"Or she may not have been born within one of the twelve clans!" Kaya expressed her suspicions. "Madi please! I immediately noticed that she's not of this world when I first saw her. I figured she couldn't be from the mountain, but she may be Skaikru."
Madi looks away. She actually knew the truth, but didn't know how she was supposed to come forward, admitting to have kept this secret all along.
"And Lexa… I know you care about her… and the child she carries. But listen… She hides her tribal tattoos, and as of today, I know why."
Madi sighs and she attempts to walk away.
"Madi please listen! She's…"
"Shhh…" Madi interrupts. "I know, Kaya!" She whispers, trying not to attract the attention of villagers as they pass by. "Let's go to Luna... " Madi commands and walks ahead. Kaya follows with the baby in her arms.