[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=a187be]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/W3g42crG/tumblr-pkkvhg-Pe-V71vmjs6wo3-500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] RV Camp -> Outside Wendy's - Atlanta, Georgia 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Driving (Car) [hr][hr][/center]	Leda carried 20 golden drachma on her, with one lucky silver drachma that she never spent on principle. She pulled five drachma out of her pack and handed them over to the naiad. She really hoped they wouldn't meet baby Heracles again. Leda liked to imagine that Heracles would grow up to be a decent cyclops in the forges under the sea - not one of the horrific monsters that tried to turn demigods into stew. If she never met him again, well, she would never know how he turned out, allowing her to choose the version of reality that suited her. And if Leda were to be completely honest... She didn't care about Heracles - she just felt she had an obligation to him, as she had killed his parent. Once he was someone else's responsibility, she could move on, forget about the little bugger. [color=a187be]"Thanks again, luv."[/color]

	She made her way back over to the truck with Kristin, her stomach growling loudly again. Her mind was already off the baby cyclops and onto burgers. She had a little under $100 on her, with 50 quid (though she doubted they accepted British currency here) as well. Once Zeke and Kristin were both in, she drove them over to the nearest strip mall area, parking in front of the Wendy's. [color=a187be]"Let's dine in, yeah? Gives me a chance to recharge, inhale some double cheeseburgers and a shake, before we hit the road again."[/color] It made them prime targets for monsters, sitting in one place, but they needed to eat. That wasn't negotiable.