Calling all Demigods! discussion

Aria looked over at the boy with the sling. "What exactly are you doing?"

Phillip looked over, still whirling the sling. "Swinging my sling? Henry and I are having a ranged contest."

Aria nodded in understanding. "Sounds... interesting?" She shuddered. "I've always feared those things."

Phillip smiled. "It takes some getting used to. First time I tried one, I almost whacked another Nike camper in the head."

Aria raised her eyebrows. "That's why I fear them. Every time I come near one, I get whacked. Every time I try one, I whack myself."

"Yeah, it takes lots of practice. I'm Phillip by the way. Son of Nike."

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Aria smiled. "Aria. Daughter of Athena."

"Nice to meet you. Athena seems nice, though I've never met her."

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Aria shrugged. "Neither have I. She doesn't often take the time to visit us."
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Henry grinned to the girl and gave a nod of greeeting. "Henry. Epic hero of Aphrodite."

Aria waved. "Aprhodite, eh? And you're here?"

Henry let his hand relax to his side as he rolled his eyes. "Yes. An Aphrodite kid is a fighter. Sword fighting is my specialty, so my archery could use improving."

Aria shrugged. "I seem to have misjudged you." She took the bow she had held in her hand, notched an arrow in it, and tried to hold it steady as she shot the arrow. It missed the target by a great deal.

Henry cocked his head as he watched the arrow's path. "Seem's like I'm not the only one," he replied with teasing smile.

Aria rolled her eyes and smiled. "It's not as easy as it looks. I don't understand how these Apollo people can do this so well."

Henry nodded in understanding. "Want help?"

Aria shrugged. "Sure. But, according to you, you aren't that good either." She smiled teasingly.

Henry held up his hands. "But," he pointed out, "I'm pretty sure I know more then you."

Aria rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you probably do. I don't really know much."

"Alright then. Let me see your position right before you let the arrow go," Henry directed in a serious tone, though his brown eyes showed his happy attitude.

Aria stood as she normally would, feet shoulder-width apart. She notched an arrow in the bow again and held it, pulling the string back.

Henry nodded and scanned Aria's position. "Good stance," he nodded, "hm. Maybe if the bow were lower. You're pointing a little too high."

Aria lowered the bow automatically.

Henry walked around to the girl's other side. "Hm...good. I think that maybe, the strain of pulling back the arrow might have to do with the position of the bow. When people feeling shaky, they tend to either point more towards the sky or ground. Be careful of that." The boy squinted his eyes, gave one final nod and said, "Why don't you try and shoot right now and see how well I am as a teacher."

Aria stuck her tongue out at him and released the arrow. It flew to the target and landed near the top. She grinned. "Well, it hit it this time."

Henry frowned and shaped his face into a pout. "I teach you to hit the bull's eye and you mock me!" he cried out in a mock-hurt tone.

Aria grinned. "Maybe you don't teach as well as you thought." She notched another arrow, took all of the things into consideration, and got it a little closer to the bull's eye.

Henry shook his head sadly. "No one appreciates my talent," he sighed, peeking up at Aria to see if this had any affect.

Aria scoffed. "Talent? What talent?" THere was a joking light behind her eyes.

Henry crossed his arms in 'irritation'. "Have you never heard of my record-time on the Lava Wall?" he questioned as if he were wondering if she had heard of 'shoes'.

Aria shook her head, not looking at him. "Nope."

Henry rolled his eyes. "How can this be? Are you a new camper?" While asking, he had strung his own bow.

Aria scoffed. "Now I feel mocked. A new camper? Do you not bother to get to know other people?"

Henry let his arrow fly with a hum and watched it as the arrow landed a mere inch from the center. He then shrugged, half-apologetically. "Sorry. I never really associated much with the Athena group. They seemed....stuffy?"

Aria raised her eyebrows. "Stuffy? We're stuffy." She nodded her head, testing that word around. "And you're vain."

Henry's mouth twitched up into a half-smile. "Touche."

Aria grinned and shot another arrow. It landed closer to the bull's eye this time, and she smiled.

Henry's eyebrows shot up. "Now, what was that about being a terrible teacher?" he questioned, grinning.

Aria rolled her eyes. "I did that one on my own, thank you very much."

"But I helped you," Henry weedled(sp?). He grimaced at how pathetic he sounded. This reminded him of one of the conversations at home.
Aaron grappled with a peanut butter jar. "Gah! I can't open the stupid lid!"
"Hey let me try," I offer, twisting the lid hard. It won't budge. "Um...sorry. I guess it's too hard.
Then, Bruce walks in. He grabs the jar, twists, and opens it with apop.
"Well....I loosened it!" I argued
"You're such a whimp," Bruce sneers.

Aria grinned. "Yes, you did. But I managed this one on my own."

Henry nodded his head with an overdramatic sigh. "The teacher never recieves the credit," he complained to no one in particular.

Aria laughed. "Nope. It's their purpose in life. Do things and no one knows its you."

Henry quickly strung and let fly another arrow. Again, only an inch from the bull's eye. Suddenly he turned to Aria, his face bright with excitment. "Hey. Want to have a contest?"

Aria raised an eyebrow but shrugged. "Sure."

"Great! I was going to do this with Phil, but he seems preoccupied," Henry explained. "So, whoever gets five arrows stuck on the target first, wins."

Aria smiled and grabbed a quiver full of five arrows. She pulled all of them out and held them in her hand.

Henry nodded. He then notched an arrow, pulled it back, and glanced at Aria to do the same.

Philip frowned. "Not preoccupied. Just... thinking." He twirled his sling once more, hoping Henry didn't think he wasn't up for the challenge.