[centre][b][h1][color=limegreen]Pierre[/color][/h1][/b]

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Despite the excitement, the noise and the presence of so many people, Pierre found himself almost dozing, the warm sun inviting and the general content atmosphere flowing over him in a way that was just too irresistible, to him at least. Of course, it might have helped if he had actually slept the night before, which he hadn’t, lured away from dream land by the by books, and the presence of a new scroll borrowed from the Athena cabin. He had spent hours pouring over the words, coming to his own conclusions, writing his own notes, and only seemed to realise that it was nearly morning when songbirds had managed to distracted him from what he was doing, and a whiny pup begging for play. 

Leaning forward, Pierre let out a yawn, trying and failing to stifle it, a satisfying sound escaping him as he stretched, and tried to turn his attention to what was going on around him. The trouble of being a child of Morpheus, was that sleep had a rather pleasant lure to you. Which, in the end, didn’t bother Pierre. He rather liked sleep. Chuckling to himself, he shifted again, his lap free from Prince, who he had left asleep in the cabin. Although it wouldn’t surprise him to see Syleste with the dog, the forever pup was always being lured away by Syleste, both of them generally falling asleep together. 

When Pierre had found Prince, it seemed like a rather perfect combination. The husky-pom mix would always be a small dog, easy to carry around and with a lovely nature, he had seemed perfect for himself, and Syleste. Most of the time, Pierre left Prince at camp with Syleste, if he left the grounds. Even now, he wasn’t too sure whether he did that so there’d be someone to keep Syleste company, or that there’d be someone to watch over Prince. 

Turning his wandering attention back to the course and what was going on, Pierre studied the course, noting the challengers that were already coming up. Like always, the course was a challenge and you always had to be ready for the unexpected. Over the years, Pierre had tried the course on more than one occasion, and he had studied his opponents every time, he had come to figure out how they did what they did. Eventually, he figured that he could learn how to beat them. It had been a couple of years since he had tried the course, and he figured this year, he had a good shot at winning. 

He rose, starting towards the course just as Ky’ vie flung herself at it, already starting. Amused, Pierre made his way towards the tower, not in any particular hurry. The young man knew his own strengths, and weaknesses, and hurrying would get him nowhere. Still, as she shouted out her luck to the group, Pierre chuckled. [color=limegreen]”Luck is only useful if you have the skill to back it up”[/color] he said, more to himself than anyone else, as he ducked the beam, and towards the rope ladder, using his height to his advantage and skipping several rungs of the ladder. 

If you had something useful, then you should use it, Pierre had learned, especially in this sort of thing. So Pierre had no shame in using his height to his advantage. 

He might just have a good shot at this.