Camp Half-Blood (reboot. anyone can join)

Amelia nodded her head. She clasped her hands in her lap. "Doesn't mean I won't worry. Hopefully it's nothing."

(I'm doing a lot better)

(Oh that’s great :)

(Feels great)

(Not me developing a rash on my face and body)

(O-O)
(concern)

(Hey Shade, are you going to post something or do you need Dove to walk over to Wendi?)

( @ShadeStar?)

(Sorry, I had finals and they were kicking my butt. It would be nice if Dove came over though.)

(Oof that sucks. Okay, just wanted to know)

Amelia nodded her head. She clasped her hands in her lap. "Doesn't mean I won't worry. Hopefully it's nothing."

"Okay well i hoped i at least took a little bit off of your worrying." he smiled at her, wanting to put his hand on hers but not doing so bc she would probably pull away.

Amelia lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled at him. "You did. Thank you for helping out. I probably would have just left the mess if you hadn't come around."

Dove found her feet taking her to the archery range, where she saw some campers taking advantage of the empty targets. She squinted her eyes a little, then put on her glasses. She recognized the Hecate cabin and Wendi’s faint outline. She hesitated for a moment.
Well, I don’t have my mythical monsters lesson until later… Maybe I could just watch.
She walked forwards the Hecate kids, in no hurry to get out of the drizzle. She passed an older boy… was he a son of Ares? He got a little too close for comfort, and she jerked away from him as he passed, saying nothing as she continued on her way.
The archery range wasn’t too crowded, and Dove walked up and around it to a spot that was what she considered to be a safe distance. She sat in the grass, giving Wendi a little wave and trying not to look down to find the grass already turning brownish-yellow.
The Hecate kids’ archery wasn’t up to the level of children of Apollo, but Dove supposed they were like everyone else who wasn’t an Apollo kid. Some were good, some bad, some solidly decent. Dove didn’t want to be the one to pass judgment on Wendi, but she could see that her aim needed some work.

Wendi had kept missing her shots growing more and more frustrated with herself. She spotted Dove over on the sidelines and immediately ditched her bow to walk over to her friend. She was about to snap the dam thing in half anyway, "Hey."

Dove almost thought the boy was talking to someone else, but he was clearly looking at her. She gave him a hesitant, awkward wave before turning to Wendi.
“Hey,” she made a small, breathy noise. “You looked like you were having some trouble. You want me to…?”
She had realized she could occupy herself by helping her friend. It sounded much better than just watching and eventually letting her depressing thoughts come back. She slowly stood. She forced her eyes to stay on Wendi’s face, to not look down.

"It would be appreciated," Wendi responded with a little smile. She definitely did not want to try shooting the bow again, but if it might make Dove feel better. She could suffer through a few more painful shots.

She wandered over to the basket of quivers and arrows, and the basket of bows.
“You wanna just watch me do it?” She picked up her bow and quiver of arrows, pulling the quiver over her shoulder. She took a few methodical breaths, trying to feel the humid air around her and the occasional drop of rain. To hear the sounds of arrows meeting the targets with a thwack, the hum of murmurs of the other campers. She wouldn’t let her mind wander.
She gripped the bow in her hand and walked back over, glancing around for a free spot. Was she… excited? Or maybe was just come over with anticipation.

"Yeah," Wendi nodded watching Dove take the bow. She stepped away from her not wanting to get in the way, "I think if I took another poor shot, the camp would end up down a bow."

Dove couldn’t help a chuckle. It was nice to feel something other than apathy or sorrow for once. Even the strange dread that came from the rumbling clouds seemed to be pushed to the back of her mind.
She walked in front of the target Wendi had been using, glancing at her and the boy for a moment. She wasn’t sure what to think of him, why did he come after her? She shook her head slightly to refocus. Knowing Wendi would be watching, she held up her her bow and knocked the first arrow. She tried to think of herself as a statue, keeping her eyes on the target and her body frozen with potential energy.
Then she let go. The arrow went straight and true, striking the target just outside the center.
Dove lowered her arms. “I’m not sure how to explain it in words, but could you see what I was doing?”

He smiled back at her, moving to put a hand on his neck or mess with the hair that covers his scar. "It really was no biggie, but I'm glad i was able to help out." he smiled.

Amelia stood up. "Come on, let's get out of here. If I have to look at one more bead I'm going to loose it."

"We could back to my cabin. Although it might not be your thing, what with all the…well…girl stuff. We could go to the forge. You can show me your work. I could see in you in action." Amelia offered.

Amelia rolled her eyes. "I already dealt with arts and crafts, and annoying children. I think ill be just fine." She pulled him up

"If you want to see a mess, you should see the aphrodite cabin in the morning. Nothing will ever beat that." Amelia smirked.

"Yeah… No," Wendi responded after watching Dove shoot an arrow. She could follow what Dove was doing, but had no idea how she was doing it, "I think I'll stick with my daggers instead of a bow."