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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 23, 2009 17:00:58 GMT -5
If you can find and follow the small stream it will take you deep into the woods.
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Post by Raechelle on Apr 23, 2009 17:04:00 GMT -5
Zenith walked through the forest, feeling at peace for the first time since arriving for another summer at Camp Half-Blood. Being solitary was usually when she felt the most at peace, since it allowed her to think over all that was happening, or about to happen, she thought to herself.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 23, 2009 17:10:57 GMT -5
Tim leapt to the other side of the stream, as it wasn't very wide. Just up ahead, he knew, was a glade, a clearing that might provide a decent range. He gripped the bow tight, his arrow case strapped across his back, causing an almost uncomfortable friction against his hideously bright orange shirt.
Why orange? he wondered to himself. Surveying the glade with a critical eye he deemed it acceptable to practice at. Reaching behind himself he selected an arrow and set it up to fire. Aiming for a tree right across the clearing, he took a second to ascertain the mark. Then he let the arrow fly, letting the shaft slip from his long fingers. He heard the familiar hum as it cut through the air and a satisfying thud as it hit within the vicinity that would be just enough it that were a real target.
"Yes!" he cried out, causing some birds to flee from a nearby tree.
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Post by Raechelle on Apr 23, 2009 17:30:46 GMT -5
Zenith heard a thud, followed by a voice-male, she noted-calling out, "Yes!"
"Some things are too good to last," she sighed wistfully. She contemplated whether or not to continue on her walk or head back to Camp. There obviously wasn't going to be much peace and solitude to be found in the forest today.
She turned, deciding to go back. Though, wanting to explore the forests, she decided to cross the glade she'd heard about from one of her half-siblings.
And as she stepped out of the cover the trees provided, she found herself face to face with the boy who she had heard before.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 23, 2009 17:41:30 GMT -5
He spun on his heels, swearing he heard something. A breath, or a twig snapping under foot. Tim suddenly found himself staring into a pair of gray eyes. Human, fortunately. A girl he almost recognized from the Athena cabin. Xanthe? Zinnia? Something like that. Once he was sure she wasn't about to attack him, a grin spread across his face.
"Hello, what brings you here?" Tim asked politely. At least that stuck up, upper-class mother had taught him manners. Only useful thing he'd learned from her. He looked her over, eyes like any child of Athena, straight black hair. Usually frequented the archery range, if he remembered correctly. Zenith her name was.
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Post by Raechelle on Apr 23, 2009 17:57:32 GMT -5
She thought she might have seen the boy before. Maybe at the archery range? she thought to herself. She assumed that he was a son of Aphrodite. Any guy that good-looking couldn't be a son of anyone else.
His dark hair hung slightly into his pale green eyes, which were analyzing her carefully. It occurred to her that it might seem suspicious that she was alone in the woods, especially at a time when it was hard to trust anyone.
"Just taking a walk," she said, her voice perfectly neutral. "Camp can get a little insane at times."
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 23, 2009 18:06:40 GMT -5
He grinned wider at the explanation. Nothing out pf place there. And she was from camp, he was pretty sure. She wasn't a traitor. "That's cool. I need to work on my archery, and the Hermes cabin is hogging the range." And it was almost nicer to be out here without his aunts and uncles. "I'm Timon by the way. But everyone calls me Tim. Just the way everyone assumes I'm a son of Aphrodite, 'cause I stay in the cabin. Truth is my dad is Eros. You're Zenith, right? From the Athena cabin? You'd have to bit with those eyes," His eyes locked on hers. Yup, Athena. Calculating. Analyzing. ((I'm going to be gone for a while. But I'll ba back ))
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Post by Raechelle on Apr 23, 2009 18:18:02 GMT -5
Zenith didn't say anything at first. She felt slightly nervous around him. Maybe it was the way he said whatever was on his mind, instead of her way of just saying what was needed and tending to keep it short and to the point.
"Yeah, I'm Zenith," she said. She turned her gaze from his eyes, looking at the tree that had a few arrows embedded in it. "...I suppose you'd be good at archery, being a son of Eros," she said, remembering that she was horribly out of practice and should probably be working on that instead of taking a walk.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 23, 2009 19:12:39 GMT -5
He felt her hesitance. He couldn't quite place why she'd feel unnerved around him. Perhaps he was talking to much? He'd been told he had a tendency to do so. He kept smiling though, friendly and open. He wasn't used to people who were hard to read, and this girl definitely fit into that category.
It took him a couple of seconds to relate archery to his father, but once he did, he laughed in agreement. Not like he was slow, he just didn't care to leanr everything about mythology. Maybe it was due to his his vendetta against the Engligh written language.
"I'm much better at it then close range. I have a knife for that, but I perfer not to use it unless I have to," he said, patting his pocket where Haimon lay, just an innocent looking keychain at the moment. He looked over at the arrows in the tree, then his eyes slid to the rest of his arrows. He'd have to retrieve them soon.
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Post by Raechelle on Apr 23, 2009 19:21:35 GMT -5
"I can't do anything at close range," she said, almost just noting it to herself. "Hopefully I never have to worry about it."
Zenith preferred not to think of the war whenever she could. Maybe it was because she was uncertain about it, and more specifically whether or not she was on the right side.
Quickly yanking her mind out of that, she asked, "Year rounder or just summers?"
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 23, 2009 19:33:15 GMT -5
"That's not very likely. You can just be an archer and hope one of the arrows hits that heart of Luke the traitor," he said, all in good humor. He picked out another arrow and aimed it to a tree even farther away.
As he went to let go he was distracted by her sudden change of subject. The arrow was released and flew slightly to the left, a hairs bredth away from the tree.
"Damn," he muttered. "Year rounder, I hate my mother." Most people would be shocked at his bluntness, but why be dishonest? He turned to face her again, trying to read the gray eyes like he knew most people could read his own soft bottle green eyes.
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Post by Raechelle on Apr 23, 2009 19:47:54 GMT -5
She thought she could see just a hint of bitterness in his eyes. "I don't get along with my dad, but I only come for summers," she said.
Remembering that she needed to practice her archery, she said, "Well, it's been nice talking to you, Tim, but I really should get back to Camp and practice my archery. I'm afraid I've gotten a bit rusty over the school year."
And so she started to walk away.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 23, 2009 20:16:39 GMT -5
"Hey, the Hermes cabin has the Archry Range until later. But, you could practice with me, if you wanted. I could give you a refreasher course," he offered. He didn't quite know her skill level, but he was pretty sure he could help her out.
Maybe she'd be a bit more open. He didn't know why, but something about her presented a challenge. Like he needed to make her unbolt some lock on her heart. But since when was he philiosophical? Never. He was a shallow son of Eros, that was his archetype.
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Post by Raechelle on Apr 23, 2009 20:38:43 GMT -5
Part of her was definitely intimidated by him, but part of her was intrigued and wanted to get to know him better. It was the latter that made her say, "Sure."
He handed her his bow, which she took and noted that it was larger than her own. She took one of his arrows and got into the stance that had been drilled into her when she'd first learned archery.
A tree is a broad enough target, she thought to herself. Aiming carefully, she let the arrow fly. It was obvious to her that it wouldn't hit the tree as soon as she let it loose, but she hadn't expected it to. She was out of practice after nine months without so much as touching a bow.
Still, it only fell a few feet short of the tree. Closer than she expected, yet a long way from where she needed to be, especially with a war coming up.
Turning her gaze to Tim, she said, "I definitely need practice."
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 23, 2009 20:46:45 GMT -5
He stepped back, watching as she took that stance they were taught and pull back the string. He noticed immediatly the shot was off, but not bad for someone who hadn't been praticing everyday. It would have gotten her killed in battle though. And he walked up to her, easing his arms around her, and correcting her stance. He could tell from the way she held the bow that she was used to a smaller weapon.
"Spread your hands out a bit there," he instucted, gently sliding her hands down the bow, "then move your feet closer together and bend more at the knees. Make sure you're eye level with your target, and pull back hard." He placed his hand over her own and showed her the distance you should pull.
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