A very pissed off Clarke is kidnapped and dragged to Lexa in Polis (not by Roan.) Seeing Clarke's state of mind, Lexa enforces an ancient clan law that protects highly esteemed warriors (like Wanheda) when they show signs of mental illness or PTSD...
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The frosty nip in the air was the first thing that registered for Lexa that morning. Opening her eyes she quickly glanced over to the balcony windows. Smiling when she views the thick snowflakes falling to a sea of white all over Polis confirming her suspicions. Wrapping herself up in a thick fir from her bed she makes her way over to watch it fall. There would be no training today, not with winter finally here. This was the rare time of year that allowed some downtime to everyone. It was too dangerous to travel. You would freeze to death quickly if you didn't know what you were doing. Even the most experienced gona's rarely dared to travel this time of year. Far too many things could go wrong that could end your fight. Lexa for one, absolutely cherished this time of year. Some days she purposely did nothing just to unwind and relax. Especially if that year had been busy and demanding. She found it helped allow her to be a better Heda. Enabled her to recharge her batteries, if you will. All to better serve her people with afterword. She considered it a reward for ensuring her people were taken care of adequately for the winter. Another interest she had found around this time was reading. True she read most all year round, but this time of year she read more so. Devoting much of her time absorbing as much new information as she could when she had the chance to. The records vault was below Polis where the general public could access it if they so desired. It held all the books, reading material or historical records they were able to find since the bombs fell. Most everyone knew if you could not find Heda during the snowfall season, she would be there. Quietly reading in a comfy chair hidden from view reading. Or browsing the lengthy shelfs of all the various old-world literary treasures that survived the bombs. This snowfall though, things were going to be different. Lexa glimpses over to a nearby corner occupying a little crib with a certain slumbering blonde in it. She planned on filling her extra downtime with Clarke this winter. On her emotional and physical healing. She also wanted to begin her training in self-defense with hopes it helped her learn quicker after re-ages back. The girl would more than likely be close to fluent in Trigedaslang by then. Lexa was confident with how quickly the toddler seemed to be picking up the language. Hearing the door groan as it is opened, she turns to look over her shoulder. Smiling at Nann as she watches her shuffle in with the breakfast trays for her and Clarke. She goes back to watching the large flakes fall over polis until she feels a kind hand on her shoulder. The elder can't help but grin when she sees the brunette watching the winter season move in on the city. That girl always had a love of this time of year ever since she was a really young. Lexa is handed her tea as Nann joins her to look out the window. "We used to find you like this when you were just a tiny thing," the elder smiles nudging Lexa. "All wrapped up in that blanket by the window. I lost count how many times we found you sound asleep right here on the floor." The brunette smiles at the memory before it breaks into a wide grin. "She's never seen snow before Komfoni," Lexa tells her unable to hold back her excitement. The experienced face shakes her head in amusement before gazing over to Clarke. "She is going to lose her mind," she chuckles back to Lexa before issuing a stern look. "Just be mindful that neither of you get sick now!" Earning a waggle of the seniors' finger in the process. Lexa nods looking back out at the white world, "Yes, that would be the last thing we need."
