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Who: Dean, and other participants in the competition
What: marksmanship competition!
Where: the archery range
When: backdated to March 8
Warnings: violence against innocent targets?

There are targets all set up at different intervals, and more waiting by the sidelines. It's come to Dean's attention that certain parties may end up being a little on the destructive side for this competition, so he wants to be prepared. Not to mention there are apparently going to be some other showboats coming out this afternoon.

Dean would like them all to bring it.

This being his own competition, he steps up to the plate first, gun in hand. There are very few misses, and most of his shots are tightly clustered on the targets. Beat that, Apollo cabin.

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Natalie looks up with a start when she realizes that Dany has joined her in the bleachers and she rests her beloved bow in her lap, plucking at the string like it's an instrument.

"That last one? Yeah," she says with a stupid grin on her face. "I wanted to show off the stuff that we worked on before, and this was a last minute thing."

"It's...cheeky."

And honestly, it reminded her of something her brother might pull, which is why she asks. But the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks Leo and Natalie are a bit alike, which is why they work so well together.

She reaches out, her hand tracing down the bowstring even though she's been uninvited. One of her dragons - the green one - even goes so far as to crawl up towards Natalie's leg. Dany looks wary for a moment, but she keeps a close eye on Rhaegal just in case.

"It still amazes me that that sort of work can come from just a bow, arrows, and a bit of magic."

She isn't totally at ease with the dragons, unfortunately. Her body tenses a little bit and she presses her knees together, but she doesn't scoot away.

"'Suck it' wasn't exactly a lot of hard work," Natalie admits sheepishly, shrugging a shoulder. "I was just being silly, I guess."

"I want to start using that," she says, with a tiny, tiny smile. Because in the end, when she finally is able to storm on them like she wants, to raze the group to the ground with her dragons strong and proud, she wants to be able to tell the Red Room that they, in fact, should suck it.

"I don't, like, have a patent on that. It's a commonly used phrase," Natalie points out with a lift of her shoulder, gesturing awkwardly as if to indicate everyone around them.

"I know it is. But not by me." She gestures around again, to everyone around her. "I like it. And it's...good. Everyone around us is so forward with their feelings. It's time I start doing things that way, too."

"I wouldn't say I'm the most forward person," Natalie protests, holding her palms up. "There are other people here, though, that are a lot more .... real about that kind of thing. I'm not. Not really, I swear. I could be better also."

"Well, then..." Dany doesn't really believe her, she knows - she knows it's hard for Natalie, but they both have strength inside them. She places a hand on her knee. "Then let's make a pact to get better at it, together."

She raises both eyebrows in surprise, folding her hands over her lap, lacing her fingers together.

"I just got into a major disagreement with your brother about pacts and oaths, but I could try making a resolution," Nat offers lamely, embarrassed about how dramatic she had been - embarrassed but not that remorseful about her reaction. It freaks her out still, thinking about what could have happened.

She nods a little - she remembers how tense Leo was after he made the oath about the dragons. It was a pretty poor word choice on her part, to be honest, but she gives a little nod. "We'll have to try to stick by it, then. Nothing like New Years' Resolutions."

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