Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
↳〝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 〞༉‧₊˚✧
─. ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─
ABOUT TWO DAYS passed by the camp. Raven took a TV from the dropship— making a screen for the radio, almost like those vintage 'facetime's.
Indigo stood with Jasper and Monty— popping nuts in her mouth, as she sorted the thousands into small bags. The sky was overcast, causing Indigo to shiver— even with her puffer jacket on.
The cut on Indigo's stomach was almost fully healed— partially sore. The large scar on her stomach was covered by her new dark gray tank top and her signature jacket.
"Watch this," Jasper smirked, nudging Indigo, causing her to look at Jasper, who then looked over Indigo's shoulder at Monty, who nodded at Jasper.
Indigo glanced at Monty with a questioning look, but he quickly opened his mouth, and Jasper tossed an acorn nut into his mouth. Monty then coughed at the small acorn hitting the back of his throat— but quickly gave the two a thumbs up.
Indigo let out a small laugh and then gave Jasper a 'high-five'— that he taught her how to do. The three then turned back to the table— sorting the rations out.
Clarke then quickly walked over to the trio who stood at the table full of nuts, "Hey, you guys seen Dax?" Clarke asked, then glanced at Indigo, "Can you come with me Indigo?"
Indigo glanced at Jasper and Monty with a wary look, and they nodded— silently telling her that they could take care of the rations without her. Octavia told her what happened the night the grounder got taken in, and Indigo wasn't the happiest with anyone who was involved.
"Over there" Monty mumbled— food in his mouth, "On the meat crew," he informed the blonde, and she nodded at his response beginning to walk towards the meat table, Indigo hibbing the two boys a wave before following Clarke.
"What's up?" Indigo asked, and Clarke glanced at her before looking ahead of her as they walked. Clarke paused for a moment.
"I'll tell you in a minute," Clarke said flatly to the girl, as they approached the meat table— where they cleaned and cut up the meat that they had.
"Dax... you're up." Clarke smiled at the boy as they approached him. Clarke nodded at him, before walking towards the dropship, Indigo following behind.
