A Visit
Lincoln watched from a distance as Octavia greeted the visitors. Bellamy was first. He lifted her up and shook her like a doll. Then Clarke, a sweet embrace; followed by the nods of acknowledgment for the healer, Abby, and the dark haired man, Finn. She laughed like a child. Lincoln was contented to see her so happy. He remembered one of the first times he'd observed her - playing with the Azure Moths outside her people's camp, full of awe. Lincoln had been as enraptured then as he was now.
He listened to their conversation, the words flowing rapidly in English.
"And Jasper?" Octavia was asking.
"He's fine," was Clarke's reply. "Between him, Raven and Monty we'll soon be able a leave a walkie-talkie with you. They're working fast on a far-reaching communications system…"
Lincoln's mind turned to Luna. It had been two weeks since her return. He, Octavia and others – including Anka, the tribe's healer - had taken turns watching over her. While her condition wasn't getting any worse, the poison which The Commander had placed in her food to destroy the child had taken its toll. Anka had agreed with him that it would be wise to seek another opinion. So Tobias had ridden without stopping to the settlement of Octavia's people, returning just then with the group.
Resolving to pay his sister a visit before Abby's examination, Lincoln jogged to her hut and entered. In the dim light, among the scent of frankincense, Luna lay in the corner on a soft bed of animal pelts. When he entered and the corners of her mouth turned upwards. Pushing up on her elbows, she beckoned for him to come closer.
"There is something you need to hear," she said.