What Was I Thinking? (Harper)

[Harper Marowski]

Harper couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her face having realized she'd won. Had she been doing this little challenge with one of her cabin mates, she probably would have lost. She honestly had no idea why she wasn't as good as some of her other siblings at archery, even though she was better than most of the camp. All she knew was that she was much better at healing, probably one of the best healers Camp Half-blood had at the moment. Harper had never been one to boast like some of her siblings, so she usually kept that tidbit to herself. The only ones who knew how great she was with patients and the infirmary were those that she'd healed all by herself.

Brought back to reality by the sound of Ryan's voice, she gave him a small smile and realized he hadn't taken or shook her hand. Embarrassed, her face went a little red and instantly busied herself with putting up her archery things. She unstrung her bow and tucked the string safely away in a pouch sewed onto her quiver. "I know," she said in response to him saying she'd already helped him a little. She shrugged after that. "But I've always liked the idea of teaching someone archery. Nobody I know would ever let me help them." She scrunched up her nose, thinking of a very stubborn son of Eos as she said that.

She went to the target, and was pleased to see that none of the arrows were too deeply embedded in the target. Harper began pulling them out, one by one, because she'd never been one to waste her arrows. She looked over her shoulder at Ryan. "Do you want your arrows back? You can use them again if they haven't been dulled too much," she called.

[Ryan Simons]

Ryan nodded to Harper. She had won and he wasn't going to push it. Harper seemed like a good archer, he wondered if others in her Cabin were better or worse than her. Quite obviously, he was horrible at it. Ryan was better at fighting with blades: spear, sword, dagger, disks. Those were the weapons he was best with, staff as well. Archery and Dark Fighting were his downfall. He could sort of see where Dark Fighting could come in useful, but he didn't have the patience or anything to learn it. Plus, his ADHD made it all the harder for him. He wasn't exactly good at healing either. His aunt had taught him the basics and all so he could heal himself, but he stank at it. That was probably why he had so many scars. He wouldn't stay down to heal and he wasn't good at healing. Even though he was rather good with his other weapons, he never really bragged or went around saying that he was the best or anything. Those people annoyed the Hades out of him.

The demigod didn't take note of her abashed state since he hadn't taken her hand. That was just him, he was used to it by now. Usually when others didn't see that he had taken his hand, they where flustered. This girl had been no different; at first he had questioned it in his head, and made some witty comment, but he stopped after a few people. He put his bow on his back and nodded as she said that she knew. Then he shrugged. "Guess it had to take someone who you didn't know and someone who didn't know you," he growled. Ryan sort of hated that she was helping him. It was sort if weird to hear that she was helping him. He was more the independent sort of person. It was a bit less awkward he supposed, since he didn't flat out ask for help.

He watched her start pulling out her arrows. Ryan had seen other people do that in the arena. He hadn't lost to many arrows since he never really used a lot, but his aunt had told him never to waste any of his weapons. "Yeah," he snarled, rolling his eyes. "I know," he growled, shrugging. The fifteen year old started over to the target to get his arrows.