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Archery had never been Cheri's strong suit, but she figured she might as well work on it. It kept her well out of the range of her half-siblings, who seemed intent on making her life her just a little more miserable. Archery had always been the thing for the hunters of Artemis, which seemed to also be a bit of a sore spot for the Ares kids. Maybe because it happened to be one thing that they didn't show much talent in, or that they just didn't have total claim over. Cheri never understood or cared, for that matter.

She stared, somewhat wide eyed and dumbstruck, but determined. Distractions were good. Staying calm was good. She just had to wait for Drew to show up, and then all would be better.

Drew was always either really late or really early. Today he was incredibly late, showing up about ten minutes after his best friend. He spotted use almost instantly, jogging over. "Hey girl." He said with a grin and a playful hug. As he was the demigod of Athena and she was of Ares, it seemed he was always a bit more relaxed and playful, as the Athena lot never took things so seriously. But fighting meant a lot to the kids of Ares. The complete opposite to Cheri, he was pretty good at archery, and liked to give her a few pointers here and there when they practiced.

Unlike quite a few of her siblings, meaning pretty much all of them, Cheri didn't have that insane urge to harm whenever she got her hands on a weapon. It was more like she wanted to drop it and run. Probably her very strong sense of denial, but she lived with it. Looking up as Drew finally made his appearance--she swore there was no in-between with this kid--a grin found its way onto her lips. "So, teacher Drew," she greeted, "what's the lesson for today?"

He rolled his eyes. "Man, you need to start getting good at archery." He muttered, them laughed as he looked at her. It was about six months, the total time so far that he had been trying to teach her archery - he thought it was completely useless, seeing as she couldn't do it, but every time he told her she wanted to keep going. Well, at least she had determination. "Maybe we should start from the beginning. Again." He said with an over-exaggerated sigh, his boy rising and falling dramatically.

To be honest, Cheri was kind of discouraged most days. She knew she could easily best Drew with any other weapon, but archery would always be the thing that got to her. She at least wanted to be sub-par rather than horrendous, which she hoped she was working her way from. "Don't be such a drama queen," she chirped, all set to be shown the basics for what was probably the thousandth time, "I'll get it this time. Maybe."

He laughed and picked up two bows, passing one to her. He also took an arrow, waiting for her to do the same. He then showed her where to put the arrow, and gave a demonstration, the arrow hitting the centre of the target. He turned to her with a smirk. "Wanna try?" Was his arrogant question, grinning. Cheri probably wouldn't get it in the centre, she would be lucky if she got it on the target. He chuckled, liking winding her up.

Teasing her, again. As much as she appreciated his company and what he was doing for her, Drew could be somewhat annoying. But, what was a friend if they didn't at least have something about them that you could be annoyed with? Cheri rolled her eyes and did as he did, limbs moving methodically as she copied his stance. The arrow, much to her chagrin, didn't hit any form of target. Not even close. All she got was open air. She let out a short hiss of frustration before taking a deep breath and nodding. "Again."

He chuckled, as he saw her copying his stance. It wasn't going to hit. She fired the arrow, not even close to the target, causing him to chuckle again. "Get another arrow and I'll position you where you need to be. And don't have both eyes open- if you have one eye open it gives you better vision." He told her.

Nodding, she did as she was told. Arrow notched to her bow, Cheri looked to Drew expectantly. "You love this, don't you," she questioned, "being better at this." She didn't mind, though. She didn't have that competitive spirit that the rest of her cabin did. But, sometimes it got to her. Now was not such a time. She'd rather appreciate that Drew still bothered to try to teach her how.

He grinned. "Can't be good at everything." He said. As she held the bow and arrow he positioned her arms and where the arrow was to rest on the bow. He covered one of her eyes with his hand, to give her a bey we vision. "Shoot." He said, hoping she'd get it at least on the target this time. As much as he loved his best friend, teaching her archery was exasperating and very long. He wondered if she would ever be able to get it.

He was right; they couldn't be good at everything. But, that didn't mean that Cheri had to be absolutely craptastic at archery. Now, with his hand over one of her eyes and her focus on the target, she followed his instructions and let the arrow fly. It hit. At least, she thought it did. She wasn't quite sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her, or if it was trick of the light, or if it was just another fluke. Because the arrow most certainly couldn't have been stuck in the farthest edge of the round target like it was. "That hit, right?"

He grinned and started chuckling, being over dramatic and hugging her. "You finally hit the target! I'm so proud." He said, and gave her a high five, surprised yet relieved because now they were getting somewhere. He took the bow and got another arrow, then grinned at Cheri. He took his aim, and the arrow flew. But instead of hitting the middle, it sliced through the middle of the other arrow and replacing the spot where it hit, the other arrow dropping to the floor in two halves. He smirked at her, but only playfully, putting his arm around her playfully.