"Oh, for the love of Heda."

|[Ugly Cries.]|

"Pathetic."

// Uh.. Can I be realistic here? How would a Lexa spinoff even be possible? I mean, the way that she was shot, and then her body was probably buried under the entire tower after it collapsed during Pramfiya. Unless the spinoff would mean she wasn't shot at all.

// I loved all three parts!

"Where has Okteivia wandered off to now?" |[She sighs.]|

|[She frowns, not bothering to mask her evident worry.]| "Speak to me. What's going on?"

// EXACTLY. Like she constantly kept trying to make him feel bad every chance she got. If it wasn't for Murphy you'd have died during Pramfiya. She was an outcast, nobody would've let her in that bunker alone.

|[It was dawn in the city of Polis. The effulgence of sunshine peaked through the hazy horizon, routinely waking and alerting the civilians that inhabited the bustling city. Farmers and Shopkeepers would soon begin to rise for the day, as they were customarily + [Adrianna (Adri) Alexa]

The very first set of people to wake. Everyday except for today. Indra's leather cladded boot promendaed heavily against the deteriorated tiled floor inside the tower, an agiated crease easily contorting it's way across her forehead. She had told- no, ordered + [Adrianna (Adri) Alexa]

The young girl to meet her at the training grounds, so they could go over the essentials and imperative tools to becoming a warrior. The girl had potential; she was strongwilled, self-assured and seemed unafraid. She carried the qualities of Alexa, and that + Adrianna (Adri) Alexa

Was something Indra admired.]| "Adriana." |[Indra called powerfully whilst banging against the younger females door. Surely she still had to be asleep.]| Adrianna (Adri) Alexa

// Thank you, Luv!

// I'm back. It's been a whileeeeee.

"I love you. does that make me weak too?" [The war chief inquires, barren of emotion.]

"Octavia." [Indra greets, a hint of relief displayed against her usual solemn features as she spots TARA KNOWLES ᥫ᭡ — parody within the bountiful cluster of people scurrying throughout Polis.]

'Why do I continuously bother with this fool.' [Indra ponders to herself as she eyes the taller man before her, combating the urge to roll her eyes.]

[Is here, lurking.]

// Wait. We can add stories now? I’ve definitely been hiding under a rock.