[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Leda Storm[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/MZDnMn6H/tumblr-p29z2h-Qs-TY1w3wci0o4-500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] The Canoe Lake[hr][hr][/center]	Leda was sitting in the sand, looking out at the lake. Her goal was to be able to run on water before she left Camp Half-Blood. Sometimes, she could have sworn that she was close to it - at other times, she felt terrified at the prospect. Was it all inside her head? Probably. Her shoes were off and sitting next to her, as she curled her toes into the sand and just took in her surroundings. She wasn't normally one to slow down and take things in, but she had found it necessary to center and focus herself that morning. 

	She usually felt a little bit existential after she did maintenance on some of the shrines. So many minor gods were forgotten and dismissed in favor of Zeus' family - it was sickening. Even now, with the camp expanded and more gods being represented with cabins, there were still hundreds that were forgotten and ignored. As the daughter of the messenger of the gods, Leda had found a sort of sense of duty in making sure that none of them were forgotten if she could help it. [color=a187be]"Alright, enough existentialism,"[/color] Leda admonished herself, cleaning off her feet and putting her shoes back on. 

	It was time for a run.