( it's the frustration of trying and failing to live by a new set of rules, initiation into grounder customs all over again. and clarke sets her jaw hard, chewing on her failure to play catch up as quickly as she would have liked. the sooner better sense was made of the world, the sooner she could go about finding a place or a path of action in it for herself instead of standing idly on the sidelines of gameplay and apparently spouting concern for all to hear. )
Who taught you? ( she asks, a few more seconds of conversation whilst pulling off her gloves. this lesson, as impromptu as it may be, felt important; the sort of teachings she needed to prepare for fully, maybe even kneel and take notes on. so clarke goes the extra step of moving to deposit gloves and scarves on the edge of her bedroll, a few more moments stolen to compose and ready herself. )
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Who taught you? ( she asks, a few more seconds of conversation whilst pulling off her gloves. this lesson, as impromptu as it may be, felt important; the sort of teachings she needed to prepare for fully, maybe even kneel and take notes on. so clarke goes the extra step of moving to deposit gloves and scarves on the edge of her bedroll, a few more moments stolen to compose and ready herself. )