[hr][hr][center][h3][color=a187be][b]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/97b8c553cbb195c7ea49cc44e8711ccc/tumblr_inline_p1oageaqHl1rifr4k_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-blood: the Shrines
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda dipped her sponge in the water Kiera had conjured for them, before getting to work on scrubbing the shrine. It really did impress her sometimes how easily the shrines got completely filthy. Maybe they needed to institute a no shoe policy in an effort to cut down some on the dirt. She paused for a moment as Kiera started asking her questions about her mother, taking a moment to think. [color=a187be]"I've seen her on four Winter Solstices, although that's really just seeing that she's there, she's always darting around, messenger goddess and all,"[/color] Leda shrugged. [color=a187be]"Met her once personally though,"[/color] she mentioned. 

	She paused for a moment, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her lucky silver drachma. [color=a187be]"Got this from her. She gets loads of drachma, from Iris Messages and all. I dunno. I keep it, think that it's a bit lucky, it's gone with me on all my quests and I've always come back in one piece,"[/color] she added with a shrug. [color=a187be]"Mum's nice and all, but not super huge on contact... I think she wants us to sorta make our own way in the world. That or she's a tad upset all her kids tend to fight and all, as she's a huge pacifist. I dunno. What about your dad? You get on with him?"[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://media4.giphy.com/media/3owytRiu2nuCOHw8ZG/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-blood: Dining Pavilion 
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy took the pad and pen from Niah, her brain feeling like someone had just put it through a blender. There was only one sensation in the world she found worse than a hangover and this was it - the post prophetic 'glow'. She never had bothered asking why prophecies were always so hard on her body compared to others, largely since she had come up with her own answer for it. She didn't accept the prophecies - it had to be forced on her. Alexandra and other seers, they accepted them, so they didn't have seizures as a fun bonus gift. Maybe it was her father's way of punishing her for hating his 'gift.' She'd only met him once, so it wasn't like she had been able to get confirmation from him. 

	Her brother was cradling her head, causing Nancy to internally go [i]aww[/i] for a second - it was very sweet of him. Niah was offering her water. As much as she hated the public display of this, and how everyone was probably closer to just writing her off as a seer and not a living breathing person, it was nice to know that she had friends who had her back. But it also made it that much harder, knowing she was going to be leaving them. Mads was pressing some napkins to the back of her head, and Nancy frowned, seeing a very aesthetically appealing blonde boy in his 20's come in. 

	Despite meeting him only once, she recognized her father. She hated that he knelt down and healed her. She would have rather kept the wound. [color=#9370DB]"What do you want?"[/color] she asked him harshly, lifting herself up into a sitting position and then standing up from there. She crossed her arms defiantly, still holding Niah's paper and pen. [color=#9370DB]"And why do you only show up now? We could've used some divine power at New Rome, if you weren't too busy staring at your own reflection to notice [i]children[/i] were [i]dying[/i] - some of them yours, even."[/color] The anger was creeping into her voice, but she wasn't anywhere near as angry as she could have been - whether or not Nancy erupted would depend on what Apollo did next.