Opkepa Rattop Hedplei

Chapter 39

The Rise of Wanheda

Indra turns around hearing the rock door slide open again. Nann and Lexa stride out and the chief raises her eyebrows expectantly. Lexa gives a huge exasperated sigh and clears her throat looking behind her.

"Do the thing!!!" Clarke is heard whispering out of Indra's view.

"Stop being a kroken branwoda (crazy idiot) and just get out here, child," Nann mutters.

"Not until she does the voice!!" Clarke hisses out of Indra's view. It has the chief smirking at the two muttering under their breath in exasperation.

"Clarke... we don't have time for this... just get out here!" Lexa pleads, closing her eyes and drawing patience within herself.

"No! You ALWAYS get a fucking GRAND as hell entrance." Clarke protests with a whine.

"There is no one here Clarke." Lexa sighs.

"Uhh.... Is Indra suddenly invisible or something?" Clarke exclaims in disbelief. It has the chief snorting in laughter at this before she can stop it. "SEE! I heard her! She's there!" Clarke exclaims as Lexa glares at Indra who is busy smirking in amusement. "Now do it or you're getting nothing tonight, Heda!" Clarke warns fiercely. Heda's cheeks flush and she averts her eyes. Clearing her throat in attempts to gather herself while the other two are left snickering.

"I present to you, for the first time in over a century.... Wanheda..." Lexa voices with FAR less enthusiasm than Clarke hoped but she didn't care. Striding out with her chest puffed out and head high. It has Nann and Indra falling over each other in laughter but somehow both still clap for her. Cheering and hollering for her like a celebrity as Lexa rolls her eyes at them with a smirk. Both happily appeasing her lover without question and Clarke soaks it up. Continuing her regal stride until she is close enough to Indra and abandons it altogether. Doing a little happy dance and squealing excitedly in place. The dark chief is chuckling as the blonde is dancing to her like a crazy person. Looking SO much like her weird yongon that it leaves Indra sure this has GOT to be a skaikru thing.

"I TALKED TO DEATH!!! AND LOOK!!! I GOT A FACE DEALIE!!! A SHINY POINTY STICK!!!! ANNNNNND A FANCY CAPE!!!" Clarke cries excitedly with the biggest grin all over her face.

"It's a joken (fucking) sword, child!" Nann mutters in a huff. Indra is too far gone to even hear this correction. As Clarke is now introducing her to all her armor pieces she has named. Individually. Not that Lexa is shocked AT ALL. But Indra is sure getting a kick out of it.

"And this is boobers!" Clarke cries pointing to her chest plate.

"Boobers?" Nann smirks back to the girl.

"Yea! Cause she protects the boobs!" She explains about making the chief almost trip in laughter while escorting the group out of the room. Clarke gasps and bats at Lexa hopefully the second they hit the ground in the main chamber.

"Yes. But make it quick." Heda sighs and like a shot the blonde is off. Digging into her backpack and pulling out a sketchbook with an art pouch. Plopping herself down in front of a waterfall and getting straight to work. Indra smirks and rolls her eyes at the girl. Issuing out a bird call that lets them know Heda and Wanheda have emerged from the temple. It is answered back quickly signaling they are ready for their arrival outside and it has Clarke's head whipping up. Eyes wide and pencil stopped.

"HEY!" She exclaims in realization. Sorta offended now they have been doing this the whole time.

"Yes, hodnes (love). That is how they communicate inconspicuously while on guard detail. Now, are you finished?" Lexa hums with a smirk of amusement.