This day was nothing out of the normal beside the fact that the weather was surprisingly pleasant. The tower of Polis was becoming increasingly stuffy and the blonde decided that some fresh air and a good stretch of her legs was long over due – besides, if she saw one more candle she was almost sure that her head was going to pop off.
Out side she strolled casually through the city that lay outside of the the tall, stone tower and took in the culture. There were plenty of people who knew who, and what, she was especially in relation to the Heda. They’d been seen together more times than not and surly the guards had spread some sort of rumors about the calls the echoed through the hallways at night but the gazes and head nods, the parting of the crowds only slightly phased her. It was something to get used to for sure, but she hoped the fear of Wanheda would wear off with her presence.
Though, a boy, a small one with messy hair, caught her attention and it appeared that he was writing or drawing. Using the most soft voice she could, she approached and cocked her head, smiling warmly before sitting down beside him. Her own finger mimicked his after admiring the simple picture he’d drawn in the dirt before him. He was a kid after her own heart.
While his picture was simple, so was hers. The last thing she intended to do was outshine the child, but instead to bond with him. Her picture consisted of circles and simple stars, a generic picture of what she remembered of her live on the Ark when it was still in orbit.
“I like your drawing,” she offered him the kind words, “I’m Klark, what’s your name?” She asked the question while writing her name in the dirt closest to him.
As much as she could, she wished that she could speak to him in Trigedasleng, but her lessons with Lexa and Titus weren’t something that were high on her priority list.. or at least not as high as they clearly should’ve been. Deep down, Clarke hoped he understood, if not, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but she’d cross that bridge when she got there so to speak.
It was another day that Kai was glad to be the smallest of the nightbloods - he had managed to slip away from a lesson without being noticed, or at least not noticed by Titus. His nose scrunched at the thought of the man, he didn’t much like him - even if he was meant to be his teacher and Heda said he was to listen to the lessons, he wasn’t very nice - and he made Kairon’s tiny tummy feel all kinds of ick.
He had been hiding, at least for awhile - but then he had gotten bored and decided to draw. Drawing was something Titus got mad at him for doing, saying it was a waste of time. Kairon certainly didn’t agree and often took off just to draw, it was fun - and not at all scary, he liked to draw pretty things, even if he wasn’t the best - often his drawing of a horse turned out more like a strange bunny. But he had fun, and that was more than he had when Titus was around.
He focused carefully, trying to make the horse actually look like a horse. Tiny tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he worked. Barely moving when the blonde sat near him - his eyes instead focusing on his drawing, which was barely more than shapes forming a larger shap. His drawing was simple but he was still trying his hardest. It was only when he heard her speaking did he look up. Eyes shining at the praise as a quick smile brightens his face.
It was rare that someone complimented his drawings, rarer still did someone not say something mean - mainly Titus said those things, but still. The kind words clearly meant a lot as he smiled brightly, tilting his head as she introduced herself. Speaking wasn’t something Kairon often did, speaking meant people could be mean, speaking could also get him in trouble. But Klark was nice, and he liked nice people.
“I is Kai.” The small words, softly speaking Gonasleng, a little hesitant when saying his name before his eyes dart back to his drawing. Nose scrunching in thought before looking at her own little drawing curiously.
Kai wasn’t the best with his Gonasleng, often messing up wording and sounding a little choppy - while he understood a lot of it - despite his adversion to most of his lessons, and despite what Titus thought - he did listen - and Aden often helped him in private when it came to speaking and understanding. But even speaking Trigedasleng wasn’t something he often did. He was a quiet child, often watching and listening rather than speaking up himself.
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