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"Roan!" Ontari smiled in greeting as she walked off the training field to where Raven was sitting, who passed her a cup of water.
Sticking her sword point first into the ground, she embraced him in a one-armed hug, "It's good to see you, we haven't had much chance to talk in the last few days."
"No, we haven't." He smiled, "But I'm glad to see you're doing well Ontari, you deserve to be happy."
"Yes, she does." Raven agreed as she stood up and brushed off her pants. "Nice to see you Roan."
"And you Raven." He replied honestly, before gesturing back onto the field, where an armoured warrior was watching Ontari patiently, "Am I interrupting?"
Ontari considered for a moment before shaking her head and waving off the warrior, who accepted the dismissal easily and left to find another sparring partner. "No, he's not good enough to match a natblida anyway."
"Who do you usually train against?" He asked her as the three of them started heading back towards the main city and the Commander's tower.
"It's usually between Lincoln, Octavia and Lexa," She told him conversationally, "But Octavia's pregnant and Lincoln was busy arguing with Lexa this morning when we left."
Roan narrowed his eyes in confusion, "He was what? And he's still alive?"
Raven laughed, "Don't worry, we all know not to step out of line in public with her, but yes he was. From what we could gather, Octavia had sulked to Lexa about Lincoln revoking her right to honey cakes and so she'd dragged Lexa and Clarke out to buy them for her."
"But," Ontari chipped in cheerfully, "What Octavia didn't tell them was that Lincoln had taken them away because Octavia kept going on sugar highs and annoying everyone else."
"Which they didn't know because they've barely left their room unless they absolutely had to the last few days." Raven finished.
Ontari sighed, "Not that it would have really stopped Lexa even if she'd known, she probably relishes the chance to irritate Lincoln, she finds it funny."
Roan shook his head, "Things have changed a lot this last year."
Laughing Ontari patted his arm sympathetically, "Not as much as you fear, but it is true that the childishness spikes for about a week every time one of us nearly dies."
"And apparently from what you say, Lexa is the worst." Roan laughed along with her.
"Speak of the devil." Raven muttered under her breath, elbowing Ontari in the ribs and nodding up the path to where Lexa was, knelt in front of a young girl who was offering her something in her tiny clenched fist.
They watched as Lexa gently took what the child was offering before ruffling her hair and standing up, the child grinned before turning around and running back towards her mother.
Lexa smiled as she watched her go, before turning back to the three of them, who were still standing looking at her quietly.
Motioning for them, she waited as they hurried towards her.
"What did she give you?" Ontari asked curiously.
Opening her hands, Lexa showed them the tiny carving of a bird made of the pale wood trees that grew on the outskirts of the city.
"She said it belonged in the sky where Clarke used to live." Lexa told them, before carefully putting it in a pocket in the inside lining of her long black cloak.
"How has training been this morning?" She asked Raven, trusting her to sell out her girlfriend if Ontari tried to lie.
Raven laughed, "If she had someone good enough to give her a decent fight it would have gone well, but with Lincoln…busy, nothing much happened."
Lexa rolled her eyes irritably, "The last laugh was mine, I have locked the door to my room, it will remain locked until Octavia learns to tell me the whole truth and not the parts she finds convenient."
Waving her hand back towards the way back to the training grounds, she tapped the sword hanging at her waist and grinned at Ontari, who groaned but turned back around and started heading back down the path.
Roan and Raven followed the two of them as they headed back down the path, stepping onto the field and drawing their swords wordlessly, "I don't think I will ever get used to how relaxed Lexa is since everything that has happened since your people arrived."
Smirking Raven sat down on her usual log, patting the spot next to her and waiting for Roan to sit down, "You say that as though it's a bad thing."
"It's a perplexing thing." He laughed lightly, "But by no means bad, I barely recognize Polis from the way it was before. Even in the wake of such a brutal attack just days ago, the people are all the stronger because of it."
"No one in their right mind wants to risk what Lexa has painstakingly built here." She told him, "Everyone here believes in what she's trying to do enough to die for it."
"What you're all trying to do." Roan corrected quietly, "Lexa may be our great and powerful leader, but she is one woman, all of you together, that is what has made Polis what it is today."
The corners of Raven's lips twitched upwards as she watched Ontari and Lexa facing off against each other, "Maybe, but without Lexa, none of it would be possible. And she is the one the people follow."
Their conversation was cut off as Ontari gave a scream and launched herself at Lexa determinedly, driving her sword out in front of her as she crossed the gap between them.
Lexa brought her sword up to defend but was surprised when it passed through nothing but air, momentarily overbalancing her as Ontari slipped to the side and spun to catch Lexa across the back from shoulder to hip with the flat of her blade.
Stunned, Lexa stopped dead, staring at Ontari in surprise, she had shown no intentions of her planned manoeuvre and had executed it at the last possible second, it had been truly skilful.
A proud smile pulled at her lips as she flexed her wrist, spinning her sword before bringing the blade up again in an overarching swing, nearly taking off Ontari's head who just managed to jerk back in time.
Their swords clashed as they danced around each other, fighting fiercely to one up each other, which was difficult with how evenly matched they were.
It had been obvious in the tournament when Ontari first came back to Polis after Nia's death, just how close in skill she was to Lexa, and with the training she had been undertaking in Polis, that skill had only grown.
Lexa was fully aware that they were now truly evenly matched and the only thing that prevented their fights taking a darker turn was the sense of honour and respect for each other that the two women had.
They fought for nearly an hour, neither of them making any headway until eventually Lexa ducked gracefully under a swing from Ontari before catching her wrist and tapping twice with her finger tips.
Breaking off and lowering her sword, Ontari nodded, breathing hard.
"Fighting Lincoln is much easier." She chuckled tiredly.
Lexa laughed in response, clapping her on the shoulder, "But far less fun." She paused for a moment, before smiling softly and touching her shoulder where Ontari's sword had connected in her opening move. "Nice work."