When we arrived at Archery, Azriel was already there setting up. Rhys was still wearing his smug expression.

I couldn't wait to wipe it off him.

"Nervous, Feyre darling?" Rhys drawled as we stood off to the side.

"In your dreams."

After all the kids had gone, Rhys went first. We each had five arrows, so the first person to get at least three in the centre –or near to it- won.

Luckily, he missed the mark completely with his first arrow, hitting the white. The second missed the board completely. Unluckily for me, his third hit the red, only a short distance away from the centre. His fourth and fifth arrows hit the yellow centre, albeit near the edges of it.

"Good luck, darling." He said to him as I passed him.

I only smirked at him.

"Do you need any help?" Azriel asked me from where he was standing, near me but not too close.

"I think I'll be okay." I replied.

His brows furrowed but he stepped back a little more.

It had been a few years since I had last done this, but as I picked up the bow I remembered everything my father had taught me: how far back you should pull the arrow, how you should stand, how much force you use.

I released my first arrow. It hit the blue.

Not exactly the centre, but good enough.

My second one was closer; it landed on the red.

The third one hit the yellow. So did my fourth.

The fifth hit the centre directly.

I turned around to find Rhys smiling at me. With surprise -and maybe a little respect?- in his eyes.

Walking back to where he was standing, I gave him a little mock curtsey.

"You win this round, Feyre darling. But we have rope climbing next. First one to the top wins."

"Deal."

It became a competition of sorts between Rhys and I. About a week into it, he came up with the prize he would get if he won.

A date with me.

Rhys had said it jokingly enough when he's told me, but I still wasn't sure if he'd meant it or not.

Not that I wanted to go on a date with him anyway.

I hadn't picked my prize yet, but I know I want to beat him.

The first activity of the day was canoeing; something I still hadn't gotten any better at despite this being my third or fourth lesson. Rhys, of course, was a natural, something he could not stop proving to me. It wasn't that Azriel, who had been patiently teaching me as well as the kids, wasn't a good teacher. It was the fact that I lacked any sort of the skill needed for sports to do with water.

I had just climbed into my canoe –which took a good few minutes- when Rhys was there, bobbing along next to me, perfectly at ease on the water.

"Having trouble there, Feyre darling?" He asked, coming to a stop beside me.

It was just us two helping the Court of Dreams today, as it was Mor and Amren's day off. Mine and Rhys' was tomorrow.

"I'm fine, thank you." I scowled at him.

Though, to be fair, I was stuck. Even though I was moving my paddles, my canoe seemed content in staying still in the water.

"Seriously, I could give you a push."

"'I'm just taking a little rest."

"You've been taking a rest for five minutes."

So maybe I hadn't been so subtle. But still. Canoeing was hard!

Well, for me. Not for the kids who are rushing around, splashing each other playfully with their paddles. We had paired up with the Summer Court today, so there was twice as many kids. Tarquin, the councillor for the Summer court, made canoeing look effortless. He was even better than Rhys at it.

"Fine then." A pause as Rhys turned his canoe around and paddled until he was behind me. "Thank you."

"Anytime, darling." He replied as he pushed the back of my canoe with one of his paddles so I was moved nearer towards the centre of the lake, away from the banks.

I turned around to Rhys, but he was gone. I spotted him with a gaggle of kids, who were all showing him how good they'd gotten.

Rhys was a natural with the kids. It was clear to see why they hero-worshipped him. He had now joined in on their game of splashing one another, and the kids delighted in attempting to soak him. Rhys caught me watching them and smiled at me. My traitorous cheeks heated and I turned around.

I saw Azriel rowing around on the opposite end of the lake and went to go to him. Well, attempted to. I may have accidently bumped into the banks once or twice, and I may have nearly crashed into a camper, but eventually I reached him.

"You're getting better." Was all Azriel said to me when he saw that I had appeared next to him. "It took you less time to get here than yesterday." His mouth twitched into something that was almost a smile.

"That was probably due to the fact I didn't fall in the water today."

So yesterday hadn't been my greatest sporting moment. However the kids seemed to enjoy my failure.

"Probably." Another twitch of his lips. "You just need to work on what you do with your paddles. Make a J shape with them in the water. Like this." He demonstrated putting the paddle so it was next to him, then sweeping it out towards the bow of the boat, effectively making a J shape.

It took a few tries, but eventually I had gotten the hang of it. I could move without having to stop or hitting the banks, at least.

I didn't notice that Rhys had come to join us until I heard him say to Azriel, "Come on Az. You can't be letting her beat me at this after the ass kicking I got at archery."

"Jealous, Rhys? Scared I'll beat you?" I replied, splashing him a little with a paddle.

"Not in the slightest. I just really want to see you fall in the water again." He smirked at him.

This time I really splashed him.

He chased me all around the lake, trying to get me back.

We both fell into the lake that day.

After we had dried off and eaten lunch, it was time for our rock climbing session, with Cassian as our instructor. It was just the Court of Dreams this time.

Cassian was great with the kids, reassuring them that they were fine if they got scared of the height, or patiently teaching them what to do if they forgot.

"Having a go, Feyre?" Cassian asked me when the final camper had climbed down the rock climbing wall.

"I'm alright, thanks." Climbing was also not my forte.

"Come on, don't be a baby."

I turned a pleading look to Rhys, who was sat on a nearby bench, basking in the sun like a cat. He only shrugged.

He didn't have to go on the rock climbing wall, not since he had hurt himself by falling off it a few years ago. He could just sit here, in the sunshine, watching me with those purple eyes.

"Fine." I muttered, not wanting to be seen as a chicken. Especially not by the kids who were paying attention to the conversation.

I walked over to Cassian, who began strapping me into a harness which had an elastic rope joined to it that was attached to the wall. If I fell, I wouldn't crash onto the ground.

It almost made me wonder how Rhys had fallen off it completely.

After Cassian put chalk onto my hands to keep them dry and explained which footholds were the best to stand on, I began to climb up the wall. I began to enjoy it, getting used to the pattern of it. I soon reached the top. I told myself to not look that, for that would surely freak me out.

"Good, Feyre! Now slowly climb down." That was Cassian's voice. Christ, it seemed so far away.

Stop it, Feyre. You're probably not even that far up. If a bunch of thirteen year olds can do this, then so can you.

So I began to climb down, taking my time.

I had reached the bottom before I knew it, and Cassian was instantly there, taking my harness off.

Well, whaddya know. Feyre Archeron is not completely shit at rock climbing.

I went to sit on the bench beside Rhys, as Cassian was now busy with the campers who now wanted a second go climbing.

"What can I say? You're a natural darling." Rhys said to me.

"Why don't you try it? Hasn't it been a few years since you fell? Your leg is fine now."

"I'd rather not…" A pause, "Risk it again."

"I see." I replied, though I didn't.

"So I guess that's two sports I can now kick your ass at." I said, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"I suppose it is." He responded with a smile.