Winter In My Bones, No Fire To Fight Anymore

[Thalia Tait]

Thalia had woken up early enough to sneak out into the cold morning. Sneaking out of the camp, which was foolish and dumb and reckless and there was no way she wasn't going to get reprimanded... But she was worried. They were running low on vegetables and tubers, and the nutrients from such things were extremely important to the body. If she didn't get enough for the Skykru then who knew what kind of consequences they could suffer? They were already on the bad side of the seriously confusing and mysterious Grounders of the Ice Nation and the Woods Grounders might grant them peace for now, but it was an uneasy one. Winter was harsh to people born and raised in space who had never experienced temperature chance, much less the white frozen water covering the ground.

Shivering as she trudged through the snow in boots with fur coverings (all thanks to the things Octavia had learned from her Grounder Guy), Thalia pulled her fur cloak closer (also thanks to that Lincoln dude). Fur clothing had called for a lot of rabbit hunting and a lot of sewing lessons for most of the Arkadians, but they had been moderately successful. It only did so much for so long, but that was what camp fires and huddling together for body warmth was for.

With her self-made sack and her self-made hand-trowel, she kept her pale blue eyes to the ground. Her wavy dark hair was sprinkled with snow from being out so early. Her sack was already half full of roots, tubers, a few small wild carrots, some fat round turnips, and a few other oddities she found out they could eat. Ground up cattail roots made good flour, dandelion roots ground to powder tasted a bit like the bitter caffeinated drink she had read about in books from Mount Weather called 'coffee', and lily tubers were good as long as they were cooked with peppery wild primrose taproots.

But these things needed good soil and warm moisture. For that she had to find ditch like areas of the forest and clearings often visited by prey animals. Learning from rabbits and deer had had its perks, when the hunters had enough patience to let her tag along and study their prey before killing it. Leafy greens were more difficult but not all forgotten in winter. Things that looked like old drawings of 'le-eks', 'par-i-snips', 'spin-ach', and 'coll-ards' were also treasures in this cold weather. It did take a lot of concentration and eyes-on-the-ground work though. Not to mention digging through snow and frozen dirt. Good thing she had wrapped her fingers and hands with old scraps of cloth, like Clarke had suggested.

But Thalia had been so focused on her digging up of a nice cluster of turn-ips that she hadn't even noticed the slow approach of a  Grounder from a nation with whom relations hadn't been so well with as of late. In fact Thalia hadn't even noticed that she had strayed so far that she was now in the Ice Nation forest, or that she had been gone from camp for hours. Her little treasure hunt had been so exciting that every time she found a new edible plant, she let time and reason slip farther away. In fact she could practically see everyone smiling through their scolding at her sack of treasures. Her father would be so proud of her, if he were here!

Her father... If only he were alive to see this dream of white and cold. Then she wouldn't feel so lonely... So...orphaned. Nova in the sky above! She really was considered an orphan now, wasn't she? Good thing she knew how to work so hard and stay out of they way. Orphan in the Old World had been neglected and hardly cared about. They had been the ones to learn on their own of how to work hard and stay out of they way, or they would of starved. At least in the day and age people could just find some old book, see a few tricks of how to hunt and what plants were edible, and just act on it. No laws prohibiting the taking of certain plants or hunting in certain picky seasons. Funny how the world had to end in order for orphan to get a better chance at surviving... Or was she still thinking form her own limited point of view?


Right. Digging. No more thinking about the Old World, her time in Mount Weather, or her dad and his end among the stars. No time for that. Only time to gather as much as possible so people could stay healthy even without the beloved Sun. But with the cold seeping deep inside of her and no warm sunshine to melt it away, her beloved forest seemed to get more grey. It was usually her sanctuary. Now it just reminded her of a cemetery and dead things... The ghosts of everyone she had seen die, even the strange Grounders who she was suppose to hate, filled her with pathos as cold and grey as the sky whispers. Turns out, Thalia wasn't as much of a winter person as she thought she would have been.




Thenn

[Thenn]

Thennos lived in almost a teepee kind of style large hut by himself as he preferred it. He was covered in fur blankets of the various creatures that roamed the Ice Nation. Furs of white, brown, grey and black covered his body and sheltered him in his slumber. Long locks of black hair seemed to cover his face as the blankets did his body. From what was showing from his face, through his hair, did look peaceful, but seemed to be plagued by flashes of discomfort. Thenn was dreaming, rather, having a nightmare of the day of Rurik’s death. It was so vivid and real if felt as though he was living through it all over again. Rurik’s body being cut down in front him and the Trikru warrior grabbing him by his hair, placing his blade on his neck. For some reason the scene appeared to freeze. Instead the Trikru warrior seemed to be shouting. He couldn’t make sense of it at first, the voice seemed muffled. Suddenly it became clear as day. “Thenn!” He was screaming his name. That was enough to jolt him awake to a more familiar voice.


“Thennos… Thennos, wake up.” It was Bront, a fellow scout for his village. “I’m back it was an easy round, nothing interesting. Get dressed and get going. Sun rise is upon us.” Thenn said nothing but acknowledged him with a curt nod. Bront promptly left which resulted in Thenn being alone to his thoughts. Moving on from what happen had been hard but he had finally got there, an endeavour which seemed as insurmountable as climbing over an ever growing mountain, but he got there nonetheless. But the occasional dream of the memory always seemed to have set him back for a few moments. He glanced over to his sword which made him think briefly of his warrior life. Now every and most grounders are trained to fight and defend themselves, but there are some who are trained to solely be warriors from a very young age. Thenn was one such, but now is a scout. Losing Rurik did take its toll.


May we meet again Rurik.  He thought. A saying he picked up from the Sky People. He’d spent many hours on his scouts following their movements and listening to their conversations unbeknownst to them. That was when they first arrived here though. Its harder to go for so long without being noticed by them. The people who came from the stars are quick learners. He let out a sigh, pushed his hair back and emerged his naked body from the cover of the furs. Walking over to his garments he let out a yawn and a much needed stretch for good measure. As he was putting on his clothing he looked back at his sword. He hated always having to put it in his hand. By all means he moved on from Kurik but fighting still gave him a shiver of fright. However, he wasn’t so stupid enough to go prancing around without it, still holding his ground if he must. Even if his fighting wasn't what it used to be he could still hold his own.


After he got all bundled up he moved to his sword reached out and grabbed it. Thenn held it there for a while before sheathing the blade to his side. He put out his fire but left numerous candles aflame and grabbed his bow and arrow as well. Just in case he spots any game on his scout. Emerging from his teepee, he breathed in the crisp air he loved so much, a perk that came with living in his land. Breathing out he watched his breat exit his body like smoke.He gazed out in to the snowy plane his village was nestled in. There were patches of grass and plants sticking out, some were covered beautifully by frost. To the north the planes seem to continue forever, endless, and to the west there some small mountains. The south and east were covered with trees. It would be those very trees to the east he’ll enter to begin his scout. His village was one of the villages that layed close to the boarder. It was his job along with Bront’s and a few others in the village to maintain a constant scout of their part of the border area. If something was seen that could be deemed as interesting the scouts would report it to their respective village leader who in turn would relay the information their Queen.


Thenn continued into the plane for a few moments to see if he could spot a rabbit before he started his scout. No such luck though. The dark grey sky began to swell with some color. The sun began to peak out of the forest from the east. Which lead the planes of snow to sparkle like diamonds. It never gets old. He looked back at his village, which was mostly a collection of teepee huts like his, some small or large. With an occasional cabin made from logs as well as some huts.


Making his way into the forest his movements looked graceful. Moving through the snow and woods with stone and branches on the ground with such an ease it looked like he was floating above the ground. Time seemed to move slowly as it always did while he did these scouts. As he made his way deeper into the wood it didn’t seem to matter that the sun was rising. Grey still covered the sky. His plan was to go far enough south east where he was close enough to the boarder but still clearly in Azgeda territory, and travel north along side of it. Then make his way south west to his village, basically a triangle path.


It was an uneventful scout until he his eyes became fixed on a figure in the distance. Definitely a human, Thenn approached silently and carefully. As he got closer he could tell right away, by her movements she was Skaikru. Not even Trikru moved that clumsily through the snow. She maybe could be from the Desert, but doubtfull one would find their way all the way up here. She doesn’t quite have their look either. He saw the bags of roots and plants, figured she unknowingly wondered to far while foraging. No matter she was still trespassing and Thenn had a duty. He was relieved though that she wasn’t some type of warrior. If this can be handled by a passive route the better. Then again who knows, she might be concealing a small blade of two. Wise to still be cautious. Approaching her was easy she didn’t notice him until he got much closer. At that point he wasn’t even trying to conceal his movements. Given she did seem deep in thought. Thenn made note of that.


Keeping the distance between them at safe 20 feet he announced himself. “Ai laik Thennos kom Azgeda!” He hoped hearing his native tounge might shake her up a bit. However he did follow up with English. “I am Thennos of Azgeda, or as you may call it Ice Nation. My guess you are Skaikru, now tell me why have you deemed it fit for you to come crossing on my Queens land?” He was trying not to sound intimidating nor welcoming. There was an element to his voice that sounded stern though. And he did his best to not wear any emotion. Thenn also made sure as well to introduce himself as Thennos. His mother calls him Thenn… so did Kurik… but not this stranger.

Thalia Tait

[Thalia Tait]

Thalia was a thin wisp of a girl. The skin under her blue eyes was thin, giving them a slight bruised look, as if she didn't sleep well or often. Which was true, because she didn't. When they had first gotten to Earth, she had some of the best sleep during the nights since she had been Confined. But after being captive to Mount Weather, seeing the corpses moved, the flushing out of the Reapers, the knowledge that her father had died in the Reaping... Ghosts floated around her. It didn't matter if they were Grounder or Arker, enemy or friend... They swirl around her like the bitter howling wind at night in the startling stark white of winter.

They all haunted her. Calling her coward, begging for their lives, asking why she never did anything active, one way or another to help them or let it end without pain. In the sunny forest, she might of been able to set them to peace, at least until night arose. But in winter, it always seemed to be night time. There wasn't enough light or warmth, and it felt like she was drowning in grey and white cold. 

Why couldn't she be useful? Like Clarke had been with her medicines, or Bellamy with his guns, or even Raven with her tech? All she had was roots and recipes. Things easily taken over by others. Not to mention she was a full and complete orphan now, so it wasn't like there was anyone who really gave a damn about her. Or sure she was pleasant enough to be the person others told things too or the person to make others laugh but... She was easily replaceable. And it had started bothering her more than usual.

Maybe it was the loss of sunlight, or the fresh trauma of the mountain every time she had to go into its halls, or even the realization that she was perfectly alone... Without the sun, her good moods seemed to wane as well. Was this really the way seasons effected people? It shouldn't be this bad, right? Well, it was her first winter... Maybe it would get better if she got used to it. Sighing to herself, she clutched her sack and trowel tight. 

The others would be happy, at least. She could make them smile still. That was the final thing she held to. Thalia didn't want to think about what might happen to her if she lost that. He was in her path before she had even realized it. His voice in the pure silence of the rushing whispers of bitter wind were so startling she practically jumped out of her skin.

Wide pale blue eyes started at the creature in furs. The voice of a young man spoke and Thalia's frightened face became bewildered. Had she really walked so far already? How would she get back? Looking behind her, she realized that her footprints only went so far before disappearing into the grey and white. The shadows on her face grew as the color drained away. Looking back at the Grounder, she wondered just what else she had lost with the sun. There were only so many ways this could play out, and none of them ended well for her. 

She hadn't eaten today, so trying to run would only exhaust her. She either give into the snow after a fall or get a well thrown blade to the back. Running in snow was much more awkward than running in the usual forest. And she wouldn't ever win in a fight. Even the thought of her holding her own to a Grounder would just be laughable. But Murphy had been taken and tortured by Grounders, so that didn't make capture sound like any more pleasant of an idea.

"Friggin' brilliant," she muttered to herself, "Die by snow after getting lost on the way back, or die now by Grounder. Friggin' wonderful." Right, he probably wanted an answer. Pretty stern and somber looking warrior, wasn't he? And a little too pretty to be trust worthy. The pretty ones were always the most dangerous. Her limbs ached from the cold and her hollow stomach left her feel more than a little tired. Trying to run her tongue over her chapped lips so she could speak proper last words, Thalia realized there was an odd burn to her face. Like sunburn, but almost worse, what with the cold wind blowing on it. Could something so cold really burn you? What a weird concept to learn just before dying. 

"I...I didn't 'deem' anything 'fit'," she put her hands up, trying to speak clearly, but obviously getting a bit confused as to how she should answer his question, "I, uh, well, I didn't know this land was owned by any Queen. Just sort of...walked straight. For a while." She gave a small rather awkward shrug and tried to tilt her stinging lips into a grin. "I just sort of walk after restless nights," why was she telling him that, he didn't care, "Try to do something useful..." She glanced down at her white dusted clothes. "Guess I kinda screwed that up too," she mumbled to herself, dropping her arms to her sides and looking up at the Grounder.


"Look, dude," her voice sounded blunt and yet held a bit of dry humor to it, "I'm lost, apparently trespassing or whatever, but I got two choice right now, so I'll make this easy, yeah?" She put her trowel in her sack and tried to straighten her clothes and fix her hair best she could with wrapped up mitten hands. "Make it quick, alright?" she clenched her eyes shut and stood stiffly straight, hands balled at her sides, bracing herself, "It'll be better than freezing to death or being tortured, so...make sure you don't miss. A recognizable corpse will be better than some fetal pathetic thing curled up in the snow."


Her smile looked like some broken piece of a mask, painted haphazardly on her face. As if she knew that the animal warrior Grounders they always ran into would think nothing of someone like her. Just another knotted scar on their skin to show off to others. And to her people, just another unmarked grave dedicated to someone they didn't even know. Man, she was going to lose her bravado if he kept taking so friggin' long. She'd hate to cry in front of the guy who was going to kill her. She never cried. Not even in front of her own father. Crying now would just be awful. "Not to be a nag, but can you make it quick? Startin' to lose my nerve over here... Thanks."


Thenn

[Thenn]

The winds were picking up, the cold was always bearable for Thenn. It is when the winds pick up that it becomes bothersome to him. Although it did little to effect him, enduring the winds is what he is used to. Like him and so many of his people, he was able to keep his composure. Besides he has dealt with much colder winds before where it felt like glass was cutting his face, though these winds did seem to be taking toll on this girl’s poise. Her face was red with windburn and cracks ran through her lips. Coming from the stars she clearly was unaware of the fact licking lips in these cold winds will only make them chap quicker. He let her continue on in her rant finding it most amusing and even managing to break a smirk but quickly catching himself, bouncing his face back normal.


A spunky little thing… Isn’t she.. He thought. Taking a few steps closer he focused a little more on her features. Looking through the chapped lips and the red on her skin Thenn could tell she was a beautiful girl. Not necessarily his cup of tea though. However he could still appreciate her looks. This was the first Skaikru, male or female, he ever had the opportunity to interact with. Sure on his scouts he spied on them a few times, never getting to actually interact with them. Assuming this girl was Skaikru, in her rant she never mentioned her name or her people, which was odd. In grounder culture, they always announced themselves to strangers. Also stating their business and intent, the problem was just usually sorting out the liars.


He didn’t need confirmation though, the girl was so clearly from the stars. It would be nice to know her name. It’s clear she thinks she’s is about to die, so maybe she thought best to throw out formalities. Skaikru seemed to think of his people as nothing but savages living in complete anarchy. But they have their culture, rules, and customs. Seeing the way the Sky People lived though he could understand why they might think that.


“Clearly you deemed a few things fit, girl. Like not telling me your name, this would go a lot better if I didn’t have to call you girl. Would you agree?” He got closer then slowly began to circle her. Thenn began to enjoy this situation. He realized the shiftiness and mystique that surround him. How she must of thought of the “big bad grounder” that’s here to kill her. Of course she did have that spunk and didn’t seem to care that she was going to die. But he could see through it, her uneasiness seemed to ooze through. You must be brave though even when you are scared. Every grounder knows this. In his experience you must be scared to be brave. That’s the only time it comes through. He began to think on this, and he realized she probably doesn’t even realize how brave she is being right now. She is standing up to that “big bad grounder” at this moment.


As he made the full circle around he returned to his starting point. Trying to find his words all that blurted out that moment in a very annoyed tone was “Could you stop licking your lips, your only making them worse.” He then plopped down on the ground and gestured for her to sit. He unsheathed his sword and laid it to the side of him. Thenn couldn’t decide if he did it, to show he wasn’t a threat or to try to intimidate. The ladder was true but he decided the former was the real reason. That last thing he wanted was an altercation but he didn’t want this girl to feel completely at ease, at least just not yet. Who knows? She could be psycho. Looking at his surroundings. he realized that this was probably the last place she want to sit but something told him that she wouldn’t refuse the offer to sit. Thenn still had the whole suspicious grounder thing going for him.


"Oh, and I’m not going to kill you, your safe. At least with me, for now. You are lucky I am the scout that found you and not one of my comrades. Us Azgeda can be just as unforgiving as this weather. It seems to be taking a toll on you.” Or maybe there was something else on her mind.This was the last thing he expected he would be doing. Who am kidding, I spent hours watching these people, I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to speak with one. However you wouldn’t have been able to see his excitement. He held on to his stoic demeanor and looked upon her with a gaze as cold as ice waiting for a name, and answer, anything.

Thalia Tait

[Thalia Tait]

Thalia winced when he spoke and her face actually took on some natural color beneath the windburn when he pointed out that she had assumed things too quickly. But why would she assume anything other than what was so normal and regular? Grounders killed her people for just existing on their land before. The killed them for sport almost when she and the other delinquents had gotten to the ground. And now? Well, why should it be any different, even with the farce of a peace treaty between them. Thalia knew better. 

This iceland group of Grounders hated her kin the most. Shouldn't he not even think twice about shooting her through the heart or neck or wherever? Warily, tired from the cold and lack of sleep and little food, Thalia gazed at the man with hollow eyes. She was too tired to be scared, too cold to upset and too hungry to care about anything at the moment. He had gotten closer and she realized his eyes seemed to be a bit too bright. Like he was finding all this interesting or something. Like he'd never seen a Skaikru before.

Maybe he hadn't. She had never met...a...Ice...Land... Grounder before. What did they call themselves anyway? The Grounders from the forest had their own tribal name. 'Tree-kru' or something. So was this guy 'Ice-kru'? A small lopsided grin crossed her face. Sounded like an Old World dance group or something. He circled her and she wondered if she looked just as haggard and shlumpy and she felt. "My name..." she almost sighed, "Odd that an executioner wants to know something like that... Well, my name is Thalia. Thalia Tait." Didn't they add more stuff on, like what kind they were and what they did and who their father was, or something? Like ancient vikings? "Er, Last of the Taits, orphan, collector of the roots and veggies, uh, maker of the food...and stuff," she shifted awkwardly from one frozen foot to the other under inspection.

He stopped in front of her and she wondered if this was when he'd take out some blade and pierce her cleanly through. Would death be warm? She hoped so. After all, was it suppose to feel almost pleasant, being dead? No more pain, no more worry, no more sorrow? It was almost comforting, knowing that her parents would be there to welcome her. It almost wiped away the sorrow and bitterness of knowing no one in Arkadia would ever find her body. Or even care to even try to find her for a burial. Though, her body underground? It made her feel queasy. Like being back in the cruddy Mountain. Bleh. No thanks. Being star dust didn't suit her either, now that she thought about it. She's rather just be a pile of bones under a nice shady tree, covered by a blanket of moss with a eternal view of the sky and foliage. 

 “Could you stop licking your lips, your only making them worse.”

The Grounder's tone was irritated and it made her snap out of her dreary thoughts. Touching her lips with her cloth wrapped fingers, she looked at him with a bewildered confusion. Why should he care if she licked them or not? Nova Above, this Grounder was weird. But she'd try not to lick them anymore. The moment of salve for their burning wasn't worth being yelled at again. Near death or not, Thalia was still Thalia and she didn't like being scolded. It didn't really matter who did the scolding, she never enjoyed such confrontation. Or rather the feeling of having done something bad or messing up somehow. That's just who she was.

He sat down, right there on the frozen snowy ground and she looked at him as if he had grown another head. She was already slowly freezing and he wanted her to sit down? His sword by his side, she felt annoyed right back at him. Why was he drawing this out?! If he was going to skewer her, he should just get it over with. With a red faced huff, she flopped ungracefully down, as if to stick it to him subtly and show her irritation at him for playing cat with mouse. A shiver ran up her as she sat in the cushion of snow and her teeth chattered. 

Like a little kid might, she jumped up on her knees and started to push the snow out of the way. Better a muddy butt than a frozen body. Any moment of small comfort would be fine by her. With a quick hole in the snow, like a sloppy frozen nest, the dark haired girl crossed her legs, then crossed her arms, and shrunk in on herself to try to bundle up even more. Her teeth didn't chatter as badly now, but her blue eyes looked at him a bit more narrowly, like the burst of cold had woken her up a bit out of her death-acceptance weariness. Then  he said he wasn't going to kill her. This time she looked at him as if he had two head and was wearing a skimpy Old World sparkle-dress the Mountain people had called a 'ball-gown' (which was weird since it couldn't possible do very well in a sport and certainly didn't have anything circular on it at all).

"Safe..." she parroted hollowly then let out a sharp scoff, "If you don't kill me, this freeze will, so 'safe' isn't really a word that would fit...in any day of life." It was all just mumbling, but she was cold and kind of befuddled, so she hoped he'd ignore her grumpy loose lipped replies. "Az-geh-dah, huh? So not Ice-kru?" she grumbled into her make-shift scarf, "Wonder where they get their names for things..." Thalia shivered and huddled, but she never kept her eyes off him for long. She changed positions and hugged her knees to her chest, finding the movement in rocking a bit more warm than just shivering stoically like a lump in the snow. "'Taking a toll-' Nova Circling Above, YES! Of course it is! I'd never even seen this snow-stuff till it starting falling from the sky a while ago! All our books said it was cold, but to feel it is something else entirely! I miss the floatin' sun danggit!" She felt her irritation boil just bit with the added warmth in her body from the movement.

"You Grounders may be all made out of rocks and Earth, but I'm made of temperature-controlled hundred-year-old air and zero-gravity and ration packets from food that had hardly any nutrition in it to begin with!" Her chattering teeth made her complaining a bit more irate and she could feel the frustration that the winter and being alone seep out of her. "You had to survive the Earth with its endless supply of food and water and galaxy-implodin' air, while I was raised surviving the vast expanse of nothing-what-so-ever!" Thalia shivered uncontrollably and her teeth chattered and she shrunk in on her self letting out a struggled breath. "We had to recycle clothes, recycle plants, recycle water, recycle air! We had one tiny tree living and all the plants were so fragile a slightest over dose of artificial nutrients in the soil could kill an entire crop," she was rambling and shivering and keeping frustrated tears down through frustrated words, "Animals were nothing but pictures in books. Wind and rain and snow were nothing but stories in school lessons. People existing on the Earth were a page in history, because the Old World blew everything up, and we thought we were the only survivors."


"You grew up on the Earth. You got everything. You think I'm weak because I want to be? You got sunshine and gentle breezes and summer rain and flowers and vegetables and meat and family!" There was the final root to it all. "Family. You never had to worry about getting killed for existing. Or watching your family die long slow deaths because there wasn't enough of something simple to keep them alive." Crap, this was cutting too close. "My mother died because there was enough blood to give her when I was born. And my father died because their wasn't enough medicine or AIR to give him." Thalia looked up at him with accusing eyes, sharp as a blade, yet trying to cut at something far away. That cold hard gaze was focused on the only person it could accuse in the panic of a flood of emotions. It wasn't him she was trying to cut, but every single person that had every been born on the ground. Every single Grounder who had been too greedy to share their sunshine and land and air with her.


 "They ejected my parents' bodies out into the frozen black nothingness of space... just so their corpses could burn up in your planet's atmosphere... They are nothing now. Vaporized, galaxy-implode-it!" she felt so cold, it was almost warm, "So hurry up and stab me, greedy grounder, so I can become nothing too.... I'm sick of trying to prove to you people that I deserve to exist." She curled up in on herself. It was so cold. And she was mad. She was mad about being cold. Mad about being hungry. Mad that the sun betrayed her by being so far away. Mad that she had to talk to him. Mad that she was alone. Mad that her dad was stardustin' dead. And mad that he wouldn't just stick her through or send her on her galaxy-imploding way al-floating-ready!


And then she wasn't. She wasn't mad. Just tired. And cold. And hungry. And sad. Looking up at the Grounder, she stopped fidgeting and let her head rest on her knees. And she just stared at him, through waves of shivers. Thalia bet she looked crazy. But who wouldn't after unleashing all that pain out on some stranger. It felt good though. If he did kill her now, which she bet he was planning on doing in the first place anyway, at least she wouldn't turn into a ghost. Saying all that, it made her feel lighter somehow. Or maybe she really was just freezing all the way through.  


Letting out a slow shaky breath, she refused to feel regretful of lashing out on him. It wasn't really him she had been yelling at anyway. It was his people and every single Grounder that had ever tried to kill her just because she had come from the sky. She couldn't speak for any other Skaikru, just for herself, but she really was sick of all the pointless fighting. Because at the end of the day the only reason there was fighting was because Skaikru was born and raised in a different place than the Grounders. And Grounders were born and raised in a different place than Skaikru. No one had ever even looked at the other and just thought of all the good things there was in that difference; just that all of the strange scary differences must be bad. Like kids. Or like the Old Worlders who had blown each other up and ended the world. 


History really did repeat itself, didn't it...