Opkepa Rattop Hedplei

Chapter 24

Not that Lexa was shocked in the slightest, but Clarke was now adamantly refusing to see Lexa. In fact, if she even got close enough that the blonde simply heard her speaking. Expletives were instantly hurled fervently toward the door. Nann found this incredibly entertaining to say the least. The girl would literally stop instantly whatever she was doing. Running like a chained dog on a leash to the door barking curses at the wall. Thankfully for Heda, the girl had yet to figure out how to get out of the wall/door. Otherwise that would have been incredibly more fun for the elder to watch. Lexa did not find this funny in the least. Leaning a chair against the wall when it was unlocked to alert her of someone coming out each time. Although, to be honest Heda had already thrown herself back into her old habit of saying stupidly busy. Therefore, the only time she implemented this was at night when they were sleeping. It wasn't like she hadn't anticipated this happening. This was literally why she stayed busy all the time. Resolutely waking at dawn every morning without fail. Determined to train the natblida and goufas. Then spar with anyone who requested or who was acting weird around her or Nann since Kaia left. Needless to say, the behavior quickly stopped soon after this little routine began. Lexa consistently returned each morning barely able to make the run back up to her quarters. Komfoni didn't say much, just put extra herbs in her bath and helped her wash her hair each morning. The child had done much the same thing after Costia. The elder knew this was just how her yongon coped with emotional distress. On top of the extra training, Lexa was even more so than ever fervent in her readings of the sacred texts. Even began to teach the first couple of books to the oldest natblida. She sat in on some of their lessons to ensure they were top quality and offered advice in changes that could be made. Endless messages were sent out now that sentries were safe to leave again. She had been hoping it would be enough to send word to the Boudalankru nieces but it seemed she would need to wait until spring for that to occur. Instead Lexa focused on notifying all the clan ambassadors of their immediate presence needed in Polis. Rooms were being readied for the large mass of guests expected to flood the tower. Homes and businesses were finally able to finish being repaired. Meaning the families were able to move back home to their homes and businesses. Those rooms were cleaned and prepared for the ambassadors and each clan guest that always came with them. She understood that some clans would be able to arrive a lot sooner than others. However, Lexa looked forward to using that time to catch up with each of her ambassadors. Wanting to find out how they fared over the snow fall season and all the happenings that occurred since then. Late into the night she transcribed her findings within the sacred texts. Endlessly listing each sentence of text for her defense in her coming argument. So much so, that it was quite common for Nann to now find her asleep still at her desk each morning. Pen still in hand, seeming to fall asleep mid-sentence. Not that the elder could do much about it since Lexa adamantly refused to drink Nyko's tea at night wanting to be alert for the blonde. Despite Nann's MANY protests against it. Lexa started making a habit of visiting the blonde late at night. Long after Nann was asleep and long since she heard any noises coming from the room next door. Even then, she waited until Clarke had blown out all the candles in her room before entering. Never had Lexa had to rely so heavily on her sensitive natblida abilities before. Her astute hearing capabilities signaling to her the candles were being blown out and the blonde crawling into bed. Waiting until her breathing slowed and became deeper with sleep. It was only then that Lexa would silently enter the room. Komfoni swore up and down that if Lexa woke her up by getting that crazy child going, those old hands would ensure Heda would not be able to sit for months. And while yes, Lexa would admit that this prospect was a tad worrying to consider. Especially since she knew Nann was not kidding and very capable of carrying this out. It still did absolutely nothing to thwart her nightly visits to the blonde. Needing that reassurance of checking on Clarke after each exhausting day was over. Picking up clothes tossed haphazardly all over the floor and placing them in the laundry bin. Taking note of anything the girl was running low on. Shampoo, soap, or art supplies. Whatever it may be, Lexa ensured each were bought at the market and given to Nann. Even made sure she herself purchased each of these items personally after she completed her training that morning. Never once giving it out for anyone else to fulfill. Simply taking it upon herself to complete the task. If she was lucky, on some nights that day's artwork would still be displayed on the easel for her to admire. Some made no sense to her whatsoever but were beautiful nonetheless. Others were breathtaking landscapes that Lexa longed to own and hang from her mantle one day. On one night in particular, there was a drawing of a Pauna. It was hazy like something being out of focus. Like it was a distant memory attempting to be rediscovered. Though Heda had no doubt to what it was. Anyone else would have assumed it was the pauna both Clarke and Lexa had battled. Simply an old memory resurfacing of sorts. But that pauna was black. The cuddly version that three-year-old cuddled every time she slept, right up until the day she aged, well that pauna was brown. Also, much friendlier looking and quite floppier than the real thing. After all, it was a child's toy meant for them to cuddle, it would have to be in the end. Lexa could not help but smile fondly at it quietly slipping out and retrieving the beloved object. Simply sitting it on the stool in front of the picture for the blonde to find. Though a part of her was nervous to part with it. Worried that Clarke would destroy the beloved object in her fury and lack of understanding. It had stayed in her bed with her raccoon ever since Clarke aged. Needing it close for some reason. It still smelled like her yongon too. But if Lexa was honest with herself, she knew in her heart the blonde would never be capable of harming that stuffie. Even in this state, not with the way that child adored that toy. Just the same, Nann was there when Clarke woke. Ensuring the blonde did nothing to harm the beloved toy immediately after her yongon informed her what she did at breakfast. The elder knew there would be a day the girl would want it again. Luck would have it, Komfoni was restocking her bathroom essentials when Clarke woke for the day. Stealthily she watched unnoticed as the blonde rose sleepily. Rubbing her eyes and stretching before issuing a quiet gasp of surprise. It was like the blonde was unsure if the thing was real or not. Simply freezing in place and staring at the toy sitting on the stool in sheer disbelief. For almost 10 minutes the girl sat there, until finally she slowly got up. Reaching out a shaky hand to touch the doll reverently. Looking around the room for clues to who left it, Clarke spots Nann observing her.