[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: Armory 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda perked up slightly at the idea of painting rainbows onto her armor. Maybe it was a bit derivative of her mother, since her mom was the rainbow goddess, but Leda did adore rainbows. They were little symbols of happiness in her mind. Even in the darkest of times, the most terrible of storms, rainbows could be found as a shining light, a beacon of hope. And all of their colors, they just represented to her a spectrum of possibility, a wide field of answers and joy. She grinned slightly as Kiera wrapped an arm around her. Leda loved having affection like that. 

	[color=a187be]"Hmm, I dunno what comes next, luv. We already got our armor picked out. I guess we could go ahead and pack our bags,"[/color] Leda said with a shrug. Quests generally needed tons of supplies - even the right amount of supplies was never actually enough. There was always something else that would require more - more weapons, more food, more bandages. It didn't really matter. Nothing was enough. Demigods were always under equipped, no matter how much they packed away beforehand. 

[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: Roman Side of Camp 
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy frowned. She didn't want to admit that Niah was correct - that Leandra was part of the prophecy. She wanted to complain that prophecies were fluid, always in motion - that Leandra could simply be deleted from one, that she didn't have to be part of their destiny. But in her experience, prophecies were set in stone - one way or another, they always came true. Leandra would be at the shrine with them. That was fate. That couldn't be avoided, no matter how much Nancy hated her. Even if she tried to kill Leandra, the Fates had already decreed Leandra would be at the shrine. She couldn't change that. 

	A chill ran down her spine as something overtook Leandra. She would have preferred that Leandra be solely responsible for her actions - that it wouldn't have been a form of possession. It would have been easier to hate her that way - to blame her for her actions, hold her accountable, and then exact some sort of punishment, some form of revenge. Nancy frowned, unnerved as her Legionnaires dragged Leandra away. The golden eyes were particularly alarming. [color=#9370DB]"We're properly fucked,"[/color] Nancy muttered bitterly to Leandra.