that's a tone of command she hasn't heard in the past few weeks, and far be it from clarke to argue. there may be a moment lost to surprised blinking, but eventually, she does as she's told; walks to the closest bedroll and stoops to sit at the foot of sheets she doesn't know who sleeps on. it helps a little, being closer to the ground and shielded from the blazing red sun by thick tent walls. the whole world doesn't feel like it's pulsating, and clarke can take the opportunity to begin to unravel the confines of her headscarves so as to breathe unobstructed.
so sitting is nice. but in her eighteen years of having a mother, she knows the fussing rarely stops after one stern demand, and clarke offers a preemptive: )
no subject
that's a tone of command she hasn't heard in the past few weeks, and far be it from clarke to argue. there may be a moment lost to surprised blinking, but eventually, she does as she's told; walks to the closest bedroll and stoops to sit at the foot of sheets she doesn't know who sleeps on. it helps a little, being closer to the ground and shielded from the blazing red sun by thick tent walls. the whole world doesn't feel like it's pulsating, and clarke can take the opportunity to begin to unravel the confines of her headscarves so as to breathe unobstructed.
so sitting is nice. but in her eighteen years of having a mother, she knows the fussing rarely stops after one stern demand, and clarke offers a preemptive: )
I'm fine.
( but really, is she ever? )