Achey Bones (Gwyn)

[Aiden Mumble]

They had returned from the Christmas Village and with the shift came the dread that had been blurred by the momentary comfort of the wintry illusion. Part of her comfort was due to a certain wish coming true, though she loathed to admit it. The part she was heavily leaning on was that part of her memory had been tampered with. She'd forgotten a large part of why she was feeling extra miserable lately. She hadn't realized how much her most recent transgression was effecting her until the weight of it was gone and then suddenly returned. Mordred. An entire complex relationship vanished and then returned. Mordred had returned and, with the name, a labyrinth of painful memories. Ten thousand pros and cons. Laughter and tears. Not to mention the return of Mordred was at war with the absence of Hinrik. The only thing more cruel than having them claw at her brain and twist her heart at the same time, was giving her a brief moment where they were separate from each other than crammed violently back together when it was all over. Mordred was gone for the moments she spent with Hinrik. She was unburdened by the things she'd done with Mordred while he was away. Now Hinrik was out of sight, but certainly not out of mind. Nor was Mordred and the mistakes they'd made together.

Aiden was in the sports complex. Which was odd for Aiden. She usually got her work out in while dancing, so the complex was unfamiliar. This was only good because anywhere familiar seemed to heighten her memories and turn them into dizzying nightmares. Luckily this was a magical school with many students that participated in sports other than the traditional ones she saw back in Seattle. So there were swordplay dummies and targets or archery, even a few things she could only guess were for magic users or people from different planets. Aiden was standing near the weapons wall, pretending to mull them over. What she was really thinking was how crazy it was that they had a weapons wall when crazy people like Mordred went to this school, or stupid people like Costin. She eventually picked up a dagger, vaguely wondering if she might be able to steal it and keep it under her pillow.

[Gwyn Locksley]

Just being in this building helped to alleviate Gwyn's stress, at least a little. Lorelei's tutoring was helping, Gwyn had managed to bring her grades up above passing level, but it was a lot of work, and while she tried to hide it it was definitely a struggle. This was something she did not deal well with: Gwyn Locksley did not struggle. Archery, swordsmanship, acrobatics, hand-to-hand combat; any physical sport you can name came to her easily, but bookwork, science and maths specifically, eluded her and she hated it.

Of course she probably wasn't helping herself by loading more onto her plate than she could comfortably eat. She should have dropped some teams, spent less time training, but instead she had done the opposite. On top of her increased studying schedule, she had also added training Lorelei in archery, Costin in swordsmanship, and Gaston Jr. In basic fighting skills, and of course she still needed time to herself for her own training.

Entering range area of the sports complex, her personal bow and quiver slung over her back, Gwyn was pleased to find it empty save for one girl who seemed to be rather intimidated by the large selection of weapons before her. Paying her no mind, the archer readied her equipment, lined up her shot, and made a near perfect bullseye. Gwyn frowned.

Near perfect wasn't good enough.

[Aiden Mumble]

Aiden had vaguely noticed someone else had entered. It wasn't like the place was currently teeming with people at that very moment. Still she was pretty busy daydreaming about all the people she'd like to stab with her new dagger, so, when the arrow hit the target, Aiden jumped a bit. She wasn't all that far from the girl who shot and Aiden turned to look at her, wondering if she'd noticed. Regardless the moment of weakness annoyed her. What was this chick doing out here all by herself anyway? Sure, Aiden had come here alone, but that wasn't the point. Didn't most people besides herself have friends or lackeys or something along those lines?

Aiden shifted her weight and eyed the target downrange, then she sized up the shooter. Since she'd gotten so close to the center and wasn't showing any kind of satisfaction, Aiden guessed that maybe she was a perfectionist. Aiden used the tip of her dagger to gesture in the direction of her arrow. "Aren't you supposed to hit the center of the target?" She commented lazily.

[Gwyn Locksley]

When the arrow hit the target with a distinctive 'thunk', Gwyn noticed the other girl jump, but paid her no mind. She wasn't one to take joy out of startling people, it just never crossed her mind; had the girl shown signs of being impressed, however, that would have been a different story.

As it was, the other girl deigned to speak first as Gwyn was lining up another shot, and earned a scowl in response. “I did,” Gwyn commented flatly. Which was true, she had hit the bullseye, the centre of the target. It was just that fraction of an inch from being dead centre, nobody else should have noticed it except for Gwyn, but this girl had, very annoyingly. Lowering her bow, she nodded toward the dagger. “Do you plan to throw that or do you just stand around watching others train?”