[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: Arena
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda hesitated for a moment, considering lying and saying that all prophecies could be changed, that they were all malleable. From what she knew, some prophecies were more or less fate - whereas others were warnings if the wrong path was taken. Andy was looking at her with those sad puppy dog eyes, literally in tears. Arthur looked like he was doing his very best to be brave. [color=a187be]"Yeah, prophecies can be changed and all, some of them are just sorta like warnings of things that could happen,"[/color] Leda answered. She decided that telling a small lie and giving them some comfort now was for the best - and it wasn't a huge lie, more of an omission. Some prophecies couldn't be changed. 

	But telling them that wasn't going to help them at the moment. [color=a187be]"Do you two want some chocolate or something, maybe? I can dash off and see about getting some. Chocolate always helps me feel better, got a bit of a sweet tooth and all,"[/color] Leda suggested. She wondered briefly where Andy's brother was. Shouldn't he have known how upset his little sister was? His absence was weird. [color=a187be]"Or if you got something more specific in mind, I can get that too."[/color] Sugar always made people feel better, right?[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: Senate Tent
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy was at least mildly curious as to how Daniella would be as a praetor. She had only been co-praetors with Mads, no one else. The praetorship was all about partnership and a new dynamic could have interesting results. Of course, she was only [i]mildly[/i] interested because her mind was largely preoccupied with doom and gloom and anxiety - and anger at Leandra, even if it wasn't [i]technically[/i] her fault for being possessed by an angry ghost, but Nancy chose to blame her anyways. They had a lengthy uphill battle up ahead of them - a fight against fate in Mads' case. 

	Her throat caught for a moment as Niah made a motion to approve the quest. Part of her wanted to say no, to forbid it, to lock Mads up somewhere safe to keep her from ever venturing towards certain death. But she knew that trying to fight the will of the Fates was futile. It was in the prophecy - it was going to happen, one way or another. Nancy raised her hand as well, voting to approve the quest, even as it filled her heart was sadness. She was going to have to get used to this. One way or another, all of her friends would die one day, whether it was in battle or due to sickness or old age.