Calling all Demigods! discussion

Rhys turned to his own target. Sighing, he notched another arrow against his bow.

Giovanna remained silent, though she watched him out of the corner of her eye until she pulled the longbow back up.

Rhys pulled the arrow back, eye on the bullseye. He let the arrow fly, missing the center by a circle.

"Pull farther and tilt it up," she commented.

"Thanks," Rhys murmured, obeying.

"Now try."

Rhys raised his bow, notching another arrow. He drew back, aiming just a bit higher and let go. The arrow flew through the air and landed with a twang.

Giovanna smiled I'n satisfaction.

Rhys gave her another quick smile as a tribute of thanks.

She nodded and turned back to her own target, fingering another bow I'n her quiver.

Ada walked on to the archery range, bow in hand

Rhys notched an arrow to his bow, taking aim.

Only three arrows left in her quiver, Giovanna gently laid the longbow down and walked towards the target.

Rhys glanced at her, then turned to his target. Aiming carefully, he released the arrow.

"Good," she commented without turning around. "Pull the string back farther yet."

She sighed, notching three arrows and turning around so she faced away from the target. She fired and every arrow landed in the bull's eye "easy. too easy"

Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance* wrote: ""Good," she commented without turning around. "Pull the string back farther yet.""

Rhys raised his eyebrows, but took out another arrow and pulled it back as far as he could. Trying to keep a ssteady hand, he fired.

Ashleigh was picking at a borrowed bow and arrow, a bandage still on her upper arm. It was slowly healing, and there was a huge scar that she could see would form, but she didn't care. She would cover the scar with sweatshirts the first second she got. For now, she was wearing spaghetti straps.

Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "Isobel *The Goddess of Annoyance* wrote: ""Good," she commented without turning around. "Pull the string back farther yet.""

Rhys raised his eyebrows, but took out another arrow and pulled it back..."
((BAH I NEVER SAW THAT. O.o))
Bow in one hand, quiver hanging from the other, Rosa strolled down to the archery range. The dove feathers on her bow were blowing steadily in the breeze, along with her hair. She chose a target beside Ashleigh, giving the daughter of Hypnos a small nod before firing an arrow expertly.

Ashleigh nodded back, and stood up awkwardly. She notched the arrow into the bow, and drew it back. Once the arrow was drawn, she released it, watching the arrow fly towards the target.

"Good shot," she commented quietly, pulling an arrow out of her quiver and shooting it at the target, landing near dead-center.
Near.
Rosa stamped her foot in frustration as she missed the center.

Ashleigh raised her eyebrows at the childish gesture. "Thabks. Not so bad yourself," she murmered as she notched another arrow.

"Thanks," she grumbled, still not happy about missing. She fired again. Half a ring away. Rosa pursed her lips but didn't otherwise react.

Ashleigh bit her lip in what could have been amusement. She let her own arrow fly and shrugged when it hut the last ring. "Better luck next time."

"Aim it higher," Rosa instructed without looking over, notching another arrow,

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"Okay," Ashleigh said and did as she was told. She raised the bow an inch or two higher before she released the arrow. It hit the center and she nodded in satisfaction. "Thanks."

Rosa purse her lips slightly but nodded. "You're welcome."

"So who are you?" Ashleigh asked politely, as she strung another arrow.

"Rosa, Aphrodite. And you?"
Twang.
Thwap.
Two rings away from the center.

"Ashleigh, daughter of Hypnos." She introduced, narrowing her eyes in concentration.

Twang.
Thwap.
Two and a half.
"Pleasure."

"Same to you," she murmered. Lifting the arrow a little bit higher, she let it fly. It hit just under the center.

"You don't go home?"
Twang, thwap.
Back to two rings away.

"No. I can't go home," she said and immediatly felt her throat tighten. She couldn't go home to face all those people, see Luke's little sister. It was impossible for her to go back.

Rosa didn't press. "I understand."

"I don't think you do," Ashleigh said with a shaky sigh. Luke, if you were alive, would Drake? Would you hunt him down for giving me this scar? I miss you.

"I'm not allowed to return home either. Father kicked me out when I was eight."

"Then, no. You don't understand. Though I'm sorryabout your father." She muttered, fighting back tears as she raised her bow again.

"Meh. He had his reasons, I had mine." She cocked her head at Ashleigh. "You alright?"

((MOOP.))

"Yes," Ashleigh muttered, clearing her dark green eyes and letting the arrow fly. She didn't bother look and see where it had hit. She'd lost interest.

"You don't seem it..."
Twang.
Thwap.

"Yeah. Sorry," she murmered, chest aching madly.

"It's fine. I don't mind."

"Mkay. That's good," Ashleigh said a little louder than before.

Rosa gave her a sympathetic smile as she released another arrow.

Ashleigh let a smile appear on her face, but quickly dropped it. She let her own arrow fly, and it hit two rings away from the target.

"Feet farther apart."

Ashleigh nodded, and spread her feet apart a little farther. When she shot the arrow again, it hit it's mark.