[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=a187be]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/xjXLKy1x/original.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Rest Stop
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda hadn't managed to sleep, even with there not being much to do at all. She had spent her time struggling through her book, the letters flipping around and making it almost impossible to understand the story. Whenever it became too frustrating, she would walk up and down the aisle of the bus until the driver had yelled at her to sit down and that she was causing a safety hazard. She then bounced her knee the rest of the way to Virginia, beginning to feel cramped and constrained. It had only been a few hours on the bus, but it seemed more like an eternity to her. [color=a187be]"I'm going to lose my bloody mind if I stay on this death trap for another mo',"[/color] Leda told Zeke, as Kristin had already gone off to use the restroom. She swung her bag over her shoulder and ran off the bus as quickly as she could.

	While she wasn't intending on abandoning the bus, she always tried to keep her bag on her when outside of camp. Demigods tended to never get much heads up when it came to having to flee. Once off the bus, Leda had a definite spring in her step. She breathed in the night air and let out a content sigh. They were alive and they were outside, breathing in the fresh air. Leda pulled the bag of chips out of her bag that she had gotten back in Manhattan and opened them up, eating her makeshift dinner. She hadn't intended to save them. To be honest, she had completely forgotten about them until now. 

	The horses caught her eye and she smiled. They reminded her a bit of the pegasi at camp.