Rook {B.B} (3)

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Nevermore (11,2)

Tyra vaguely recognized their whereabouts to where Clarke's friend resided, though she tried not to look for too long outside the rapidly moving trees, the sight making her feel queasy all over again.

The rover suddenly came to a stop, Tyra and Loukas finally breathing out a sigh of relief while they scrambled to look over the front windshield. Tyra realized why the sights had been familiar, they had gone back to the trading post they had first gone to look for Clarke.

Tyra never thought she'd miss the days when their biggest worry was finding Clarke in hiding, or when the threat that Azgeda posed was something still controlled by Lexa. Tyra missed her.

The only difference aside from the times of the day from the last time they had visited the trading post was the fact that the woman in charge now stood outside her establishment, greeting them with a sharpened sword.

"I'll talk to her."

"I'll go with you."

"Me too." The three shared a nod before they jumped out of the vehicle, Octavia holding the door open while Tyra entered a stare off with the woman, not so subtly resting her arm on the hilt of her sword to display how far she was willing to go as well.

"I thought you said she was a friend."

"We'll handle it. Just stay here." Octavia obeyed Clarke, allowing Bellamy, Tyra and her to approach the woman with slow, careful steps while she pointed her sword at each and every one of them.

"Skaikru is not welcome here, Wanheda."

"We are not all Skaikru." Tyra waved towards where Loukas and Octavia were standing guard at the rover, the former keeping a close eye on his younger sister.

"You still ally yourself with them, as far as I'm aware, you are a part of Skaikru." Clarke noticed Tyra's sudden slit eyes, only just then realizing how much of an offence it was to be called a part of their clan when they were not.

"Niylah, what's wrong?"

"She's waking up! Hurry. We have to get her inside." Sinclair suddenly yelled from the rover, beginning to run towards the trio in a stand-off with Raven in his arms. They needed to hurry their negotiation up.

"Is your father here?"

"My father's dead, part of an army killed by your people while trying to protect you."

"Niylah, please."

"I said no."

"We haven't got time for this."  Bellamy reacted before any of the women present could, pointing his gun straight at the woman, Niylah's, chest. "Move."

Niylah only straightened, staring down Bellamy's barrel fearlessly, greeting death as an old friend. But before Bellamy could even think of firing, Tyra played to his weakness, just as he had played to hers. She stood between the gun and Niylah.

"Tyra, move."

"No. If you want to shoot her, you will have to shoot me too." Bellamy wanted to glare at Tyra, wanted to be angered at her for endangering all of their lives only for one Grounder life.

But he couldn't exactly anger himself over her doing the exact same thing he had done only a day prior for his sister. He lowered his gun.

"I am sorry it has come to this, but we will enter you like it or not. You can either try to stop us and get hurt in the process, or you can let us pass." Niylah didn't move a muscle, which Tyra took as a sign that she had agreed to the warrior's terms.