πολεμιστές

                        ❛ —- Y’know, I bet you could ask Jill or Bryn for help;                                   from what I’ve heard & seen, the two of them are                                   particularly skilled on that front. ❜

“I’m sure I could but that’s so not me. It’ll ruin my repuation, Leia, what will people think of me!?”

                        ❛ Thanks. I appreciate that.                                    Let’s get going. ❜

“You know, I don’t think I’ll ever be perfect at archery. I mean, it’s been years since I’ve been here but a bow and arrow has to be my worst weapon.”

                        ❛ Alright alright, I’ll pay better attention next time.                                   & fine, but if another one tries to stab me, I’m                                   punching the little sucker. ❜

“Thanks and I’ll pretend I didn’t see if you do, don’t worry.”

                        ❛ Sorry. I’ll do it on my bed. Y’know, the bed I’m                                    sitting on ?? Gods, Ophelia, it’s not a big deal. ❜

“Next time don’t get your shit on mine. Anyways, help me round up the little monsters I don’t want to be late to archery. If we’re late it’s on me and I hate the way Chiron looks at me when I do something wrong.” 

“I still don’t understand how that’s possible.”

“I blame Zeus.” A sound of thunder goes off as if Zeus is personally offended causing Ophelia to roll her eyes but she doesn’t pause the conversation. “He seems like the type of guy who doesn’t like chocolate.” 

“I spent more time keeping everyone else out of trouble to be causing it.”

“All I can imagine is a tiny Mayra bossing everyone around.”

                              ❛ I mean, I do live here too, Ophelia — and maybe this                                        is crazy talk, but I’m allowed to clean my xiphos in here. ❜

“It’d be nice if you could do it, you know, not near my bed.”

“And you’re conceited. Your point?”

“So, I like the sound of my own voice I could careless what others think of me. What’s your excuse for being such an ass?”

“Oh, well you know how much I love to give you hope.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m aware.”

“I mean, you could always just throw them and see who they land on, that’d probably tell you.”

“I dunno that’s a pretty shitty suggestion.”

“Okay, cool, cool. I was also thinking of making a vegetable patch, I even asked Mr. D…except e  only wanted it to have grapes…Oh well…You don’t think that the arena could do with some flowers or something?”

“Uh, I think the arena’s fine as it is but if you were to try just keep them out of the middle.”

“I’ll quit when you do, Phia.”

“It’s not likely, Kay.”

“Is there any way you could not have a stick up your ass? Or do you need me to help pry it out for you?”

“Don’t be an asshole, Kay. But I’m fine, thanks.”

“Are you sure? Well, if you change your mind I’ll be in Demeter’s Cabin, number 4 - it’s the one covered with flowers, as you can guess.”

“I’m sure, but I’ll keep it in my mind.”