Target Practice

Miranda was about to pull her hair out, trying not to yell at him. She wanted to say, "Sirius, what is your problem? I can't talk to anyone now? You did say I should have a social life, right?" but all that came out was, "Christian, let me talk to him for a moment to tell him what's going on," She pulled Sirius into a corner where Solitude couldn't hear.

"Sirius, I'm not dating him. I just met him and it was just a conversation. You said I should talk to more people, and I am. Is that wrong? And you know I'm not at kind of girl who rushes into relationships. It took a while before you and I actually became a couple,"

Solitude had figured them out. He could tell by looking at Sirius that he was still interested in Miranda. Oh well, it wasn't his battle. The boy sits down on a bench, waiting.


Sirius didn't expect Miranda to literally drag him away. He didn't even know she was that strong. The boy listened to her without really paying attention. He and Miranda were, sadly, done. The boy wished it wasn't true, but it was obvious.

'Miranda, if you want to date this dude, I'm not going to prevent you,' he tells her, his voice low.

"I don't. I'm not even over-" Miranda stopped. Was she over him? She had deliberated in her mind for about a minute or so. She had realized that she still loved him, but did he still love her? It was the matter of him still wanting to be with her. It wasn't her choice. She was the one who broke things off with him, and she was really foolish to do that.

I walked into the empty archery range and sighed.
"Good," I gave a soft, nervous laugh, "Alone at last." I pulled an arrow from my quiver and put it on nocking point. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Aim for the bullseye. Aim for the bullseye, I thought. Back at home, I'd only shot arrows at trees, never had I actually tried the sport archery. I pulled my arm back and released the arrow. With my eyes still closed, I heard the arrowhead pierce the board. Slowly, I opened my eyes and gasped.
The arrow had hit the the bullseye.

After I passed the shock that I could actually shoot, I looked around and sighed. Maybe being by myself, friendless and lonely, wasn't really what I wanted. I remembered what my mom had told me before the satyr took me to camp, " Why don't you try and make some friends, honey? For me? Promise?" I dug a hole in the dirt with the tip of my shoe and chewed my lip. Friends? Me? That couldn't end well. I'd never felt so lost in all my life. This place, which was supposedly the safest place on earth for people like me, didn't feel like home. At all.
I rolled my shoulders back and said, "I, Skylla Freeman, promise to make friends in this unfriendly camp. Well, at least try." Oh man, now I was talking to myself. Great. Just great.
I spun around and ran toward the mess hall, hoping to find someone there.

Ok i give up i'm lost and in the mess hall of all places "great"

Taco wrote: Sirius didn't know what to say. What had Miranda just said? It contradicted everything the boy had thought. Why had she broken up with him then? He wasn't really over her; he probably never would be.

'Miranda--how come? How come you left me? Be honest,' the boy questions, looking intently into Miranda's soft eyes.

Things had gotten a bit odd for Solitude. 'Uh, can I go now?' he asks, rising up to his feet.

"I-I left you because I thought you didn't love me anymore," She replied softly, so no one could hear her. She turned to Solitude. "You can do whatever you want," She smiled sweetly and turned back to Sirius.

ooc: Oh yes, sorry

"But the way you acted before it seemed like-like you didn't," Miranda told him, her soft green eyes trying to push away that powerful stare.

Miranda lightly punched him. "There, and," She planted a kiss on his lips. As she broke away, a small smile formed. "I love you," She told him. "And I will always."

OOC: Ew, short post.

"I would, but I'm going to let you have the chance to think you're better than me for a little bit," Miranda replied. "And, I hate you too," She added, sitting down on the bench and waiting for him to shoot. The daughter of Hestia grabbed some arrows to refill her quiver.

"Here, let me show you," Miranda smirked and stood up and walked past Sirius and in front of another target. She notches an arrow into her bow, pulled the bowstring back, and let the arrow rip. The arrow soared through the air and was lodged directly into the center. "My father and I used to go to the archery range since I was seven. He was a very good archer. When I left, I heard he turned to the dark side and did...you know what." Miranda told him, hoping he'd remember the dark secret she told him about her father at their first "conversation" of sorts at the lake.

Miranda shrugged. "I've seen people do it other ways. This way was how my dad taught me how to do it. The most common is," She stood in a different stance than last time. She notched an arrow in her bow and aimed. After a few seconds of adjusting her aim, she shot the arrow. It landed at the edge of the bullseye. Good enough. I'm not perfect. "You try it. I think it might be a little bit more comfortable for you."

Miranda watched his feet and stance and looked at how he held his bow. She glanced at the target, watching the bullseye. When she heard him let go of the bowstring, she watched the arrow hit the target. Dead center. She was thrilled and almost started hopping like a bunny, clapping.

Miranda smiled. "My dad would be so proud..." She smirked and went up to hug Sirius. "That was amazing. How did you remember how I positioned myself?" She asked.