[B]Natalie Hawkins[/B] - [i]The First Prospect[/i]

[Center]Location: The Tower
Interacting With: Maggie Hartford [@ smarty0114][/center]

Remaining where she stood, the Maiden watched with silent amusement as the first of the contestants came crashing back down to earth. Only to promptly get back up, catch what breath he had lost, and charge back into the fray again. A light smirk lined her lips then, if anything she could commend him on his determination.

Even still throughout it all, one girl seemed so apt as to distract herself from the chaos of the Tower, and approach her. 

A quick assessment of minute details meant much indeed. First, she appeared to be relatively the same age which the Huntress had literally been paused at for over two millenia. Second, her frame was slender, but toned. Athletic, to say the least. Commonplace amongst the Campers as a whole. Lastly, a genuine smile it seemed, almost earnest in a way. As if she was either happy, or at least intrigued by the maiden's presence.
 
Surprisingly above all else, she seemed to be without any animosity to start at least. Which was good, it meant that either one, she didn't remember Natalie from the last capture the flag game the Hunt had with the Camp, or two, she was still relatively new.

A singular fiery brow lofted as she introduced herself as a child of Hermes, and then lamented over the lack of an Archery instructor. which was interesting in itself. Mostly, only the children of Apollo were the only demigod children interested in the discipline of Archery.

Needless to say, a child of the speedester having interest was, well, interesting.

[B]"Natalie Hawkins, Maiden of the Hunt. Feel free to call me Nat, or Hawkie if you prefer."[/B] She began with, her lips breaking into a charming smile. Naturally, she took the girl's hand and shook it promptly. [B]"And though I may not look it, your days of lament have passed![/B]

Reaching over her shoulder, she unclasped the Saracen Bow from her back with one nimble finger. Lightly, the Maiden would flick the string, which broke unto a singsong [i]twang[/i] once she touched it.

[B]"I am the camp's new Archery instructor. Save until a replacement is found I'm sure. Tis' not wise to have someone who [i]appears[/i] to be the same age of the campers teaching them, after all."[/b] She shrugged then, ever nonchalant as she then glancednl and met the girl's eyes with the intense raptor-like gaze experienced Huntresses were known for.

[B]"So, how do you fare with a Bow? And how can I help you hone such an art?"[/B] She inquired finally, with her irish accented english.