[ Their reception into the village remind Bellamy of the ribbon festival on Concordia. Even so, the festive reception doesn't completely ease Bellamy's unease at having progressed further on the pilgrimage or about their hosts. The villagers seem earnest. Their village is idyllic. It's what Bellamy had once wanted for his people. Arkadia could have built something like this and maybe they still would. Hands filled with small statues of animals he doesn't recognize and flowers, Bellamy feels the pang of homesickness so acutely it steals his breath.

In the barracks, he lets the items tumble to the bed before pushing his veils back and taking a deep breath. The Darkling's second slip into a coma and the aftermath of his arguments with Murphy, Clarke and Lexa had rattled him. Bellamy recognizes that even as he strives to keep the unsteadiness of his emotions in check. ]

I'm surprised there isn't a feast. [ Bellamy comments. ] That kind of celebration seems to be a part of this pilgrimage.

[ He plucks a small, dog-like statue from the little pile on his bed. ]

Anyone recognize these?

[ Bellamy's explorations have taken him inevitably to the ocean. He's thinking of Luna's people as he watches the divers. There had barely been time as they'd desperately made their pleas to Luna to appreciate the sea itself. If he could, Bellamy would have joined the divers. There is a deep-seated craving in him to learn everything about this little village, in hopes of someday recreating it on Earth.

Eventually, he strays to watch the weavers by the docks. Their work is very fine. Bellamy crouches to touch the finished project when offered. He can't feel anything through his gloves, but when he tests it between his thumbs he finds the woven grass is strong and unyielding. ]

It's good, [ Bellamy tells the weaver in question, admiring, before catching sight of another robed figure arriving. ]

( Want to switch places? I haven't taken a turn with the fisherman yet. )

[ And out of all the skills on display, fishing is the one most likely to come in handy when (if) he ever manages to return home. ]

[ do whatever, i'm game. ]