Leveling Up
"When do we get to wear these, Heda?" Stevn asks curiously as the two elders put their finishing touches on the various pieces of clothing and armor.
"Well, it is up to you two what you would like to do." Lexa begins.
"But all of us were thinking it might be something for you two to wear it the day you ride into Shallow Valley." Komfoni hums nonchalantly.
"Bos (awesome, great)!" Stevn exhales with a lop-sided grin on his face.
"Mmmhmm... It would be helpful to show our people in shallow valley that it is indeed different in Polis." Lexa voices with a smile as both natblidas whip their heads around.
"Hows?" Elisae asks curiously.
"Well. You two will match one another, for one. Which helps to show that you are natblida siblings." Komfoni replies sweetly.
"Just like you all have preferred to be called for so long now. This way they are able to physically see that in your uniforms." Lexa nods.
"And the snazzy armor that goes on top of that helps to set you apart as special and important enough to protect." Komfoni explains sneaking kisses to a giggling toddler.
"Just like Clarke and I." Lexa grins with a wink to Stevn.
"So, the armor will help link you to your Hedas." Komfoni finishes with a wink.
"Cause yous Nomons!!" Elisae cheers in realization.
"Exactly!" Nann chuckles with a grin kissing that sweet little face.
"Woah!!" Stevn exhales in awe.
"It helps people know you are protected." Agnes states knowingly.
"Jomp yu op en emo jomp oso op. (Attack you and they attack us.)" Clarke affirms passionately catching a glance at her wife with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Which is why I am here." Rosha smirks as she strides in the room and sets a dusty pack on the floor.
"RO-RO!!" Elisae cheers excitedly, throwing her hands up as Nann turns with a smirk.
"You guys look dashing!" Rosha hums walking over to get a closer look. Circling both natblida and whistling clearly impressed, while the two model for her unabashedly. It has Clarke and Lexa chortling back there at the puffed out little chests. "Oh, the tiny armor. This is precious!" She gushes as she kneels by Elisae.
"I's no pwecious. I's a bos gona!" Elisae declares with hands in her hips. It erupts the room in cackles at this declaration.
"You are! And now you REALLY look the part!" Rosha cackles with a nod pleasing the little thing.
"They won't know what's coming." Nann grins with a nod earning a smile of satisfaction from Elisae that has her Nomons chortling.
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The rest of the night goes fairly quickly for both Hedas. Escorting both natblida who are now walking on cloud nine back to the goufa floors. They stay for dinner and for bedtime of course. Giving extra love and snuggles to the littles who will miss them. Clarke largely spends a bulk of her time with Ryatt at that bouncing seat over there. Still cackling and squealing in joy in her own little world of delight. Speaking to Amma about how to incorporate some of the arm exercises slowly to even out the work outs. Thankfully the fact she now has a blankey AND a skunk has temporarily seemed to work in their favor. It meant that Ryatt needed to use BOTH of her hands almost all day at all times. So, she had to get used to involving her weaker arm to help carry these loads. At bedtime they let Elisae pick out which pajamas she wants her and fluffles to wear. Explaining what will happen in the morning wanting to make sure she isn't going to be surprised at all.
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FanfictionA 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...