Author's Note: I'm only one and a half weeks in, and my school is already kicking my butt. I have, however, figured out a pretty decent update schedule. I will have at least one update every 3 weeks, but I will try to aim for one chapter every other week. Also, you guys have been nothing but supportive in the comments, so thank you for all the patience :-) Enjoy the chapter!

-Lilli

The group had been riding for about 2 hours when Clarke started to get anxious. She fidgeted her hands and started to bounce her legs in the air.

Ontari took notice and called out to her Heda in Trigedasleng. "Em ste kom au restless." She is becoming restless.

Clarke, startled by the sudden noise, jerked her head to look up. Realizing that nobody was trying to communicate with her, she looked back down, playing with her hands. When a large bump came, she clenched her teeth while a wave of pain passed her.

Lexa, watching her, raised her hand. "Guards, go ahead and find a good spot for a makeshift camp. Also, go find something for us to eat."

The warriors nod and ride off. Clarke looks towards a clearing where there was a river. Mesmerized, she leans in to get a better look. The blonde tips too far off the horse, and almost falls.

Ontari grabs her quickly, making Clarke jerk back in surprise. But the older warrior is faster and secures Clarke on the horse again before she tries any other child's play.

Heat builds in Clarke's cheeks as she looks down in shame. Many of the guards are watching her now, including the commander. "Sorry," the blonde mumbles. "It's just that I've never seen a river before."

Lexa fights a smile. Being born on the ground meant that you took earth's beauty for granted sometimes. It was refreshing, almost pleasing, to see someone so stupefied by something so normal in their lives.

Once Lexa saw the makeshift camp her guards had prepared, she ordered everyone to stop. Ontari climbs off her horse and helps Clarke get off too.

Heda's guards tie the horses to a tree and offer Clarke a waterskin.

The blonde takes it and pours a small amount into her mouth without having it touch her lips. The guard, the same one who thought that Octavia, Raven, and herself were a couple, eyes her weirdly.

"What?" The younger girl asks. "Sorry if that looked weird. I'm used to sharing water with random people and I don't like to put my lips on any bottles."

The man's eyes shift into something mysterious. "If you think we put poison on the skin, you are wrong. We usually put it in the water."

Clarke chokes violently before sniffing the skin. "No poison here, though."

The guard inspects her for a brief moment. "You are smart for someone not born on the ground."

The blonde smiles slightly, "Your name?"

"Elian."

"Cool. I'm Clarke."

"I know. Heda has assigned me as one of your personal guards."

Clarke's face falls for a split second as Elian leads her to where a fire was. Anya was sitting down on a log nearby, while Lexa was standing, talking to another burly man. Other warriors were scattered, either feeding the horses, hunting for small animals, or doing other things.

Lexa smiles, looking up at Elian. "I see your already making friends, Clarke."

"I don't need a personal guard," The younger girl blurts out before she can stop herself. "I'm not trying to be rude, Heda, but I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"It is for your own safety." The commander says, eyes becoming cold and distant again.

Normally, Clarke would fire back, but she senses that whatever she had said struck a nerve on the grounder leader. So instead, she nods slightly, "I understand. I'm sorry if I overstepped."

"It's fine. Because we haven't tested your ability to fight yet, or your skill set, it is better to be safe than dead."

Clarke's eyes widen. "D-did you just say safe than dead?"

"Yes, is there something wrong with that?" The brunette asks, confused as to why Clarke was so surprised.

"On the ark, we had a saying from the old world. It's better to be safe than sorry."

"So?" Elian and Anya step in at the same time. The blonde's behavior was getting more and more confusing as the hours went by.

"So? So, that means that other sayings, behavioral traits, and things could have survived too!" The whole camp gets silent, everyone watching Clarke ramble excitedly. "Oh. My. God! What if you guys had movies and TVs! And old-world music? And dancing, and food, and buildings and homes and I'm sure that the bombs didn't destroy everything right? Because come on, think about it. Humans survived, so why couldn't other things!? And we saw animals already! If we find some old cars, then Raven could fix them and you wouldn't have to rely only on horses, and we could find cameras and take pictures like we occasionally did on the ark, and w-"

"Clarke."

"-e could build a whole new modern society and I have to tell O and Rae because I am such a genius and oh my god Clarke you are a freaking expert! Why didn't you think of this before?" The blonde beams, looking proud of herself.

Everyone is standing jaw dropped and frozen.

"Clarke," Anya tries again.

"Yeah?" She responds, almost giddy.

"I'm sorry to say this, but we don't have anything like that. Or maybe we do, but we have a different name for it."

The younger blonde's face falls. "Oh. " There's a pause, silence taking over the camp. Some of the warriors and guards are still looking at her, so Clarke looks away from them. She pauses for a second, then looks back up. "Singing is where you say things at a set tune. You can add music, which are vocal or instrumental sounds. Maybe I can show you some other time."

Elian nods, "We do have other things, Clarke. Just because we don't have traditions from before the bombs hit, doesn't mean we don't have our own celebrations and fun. We may seem like war focused and savage people on the outside, but we do have our own fun and games occasionally."

At this revelation, Clarke brightens drastically. "On the ark, since resources were so scarce and limited, we never had a lot of games. Our fun would include verbal games like Would You Rather and a lot of singing, dancing, and moving around. We had parties and balls regularly for people ages 11 and up, mostly teenagers, and for younger kids, there would be playdates and everyone would go to our classes together so you would already be together. It's so weird here on earth. You guys have so many more resources and food, and that's so neat."

"Wait until we get to Polis, Clarke. You will be even more surprised." Lexa smiles. The blonde girl was adorable, and she couldn't wait to show her Polis.

"Oh, I can't wait," Clarke promises, making eye contact with the beautiful grounder leader. Both blush and look away quickly, so fast that nobody notices.

Anya watches Lexa look at Clarke. There were definitely feelings swirling around, even if that stupid bald guy that calls himself Heda's teacher nailed love is weakness into her sister's brain.

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