[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: Praetor Tent
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy slept without any prophetic dreams that night. On the one hand, it was nice to get some peaceful sleep - on the other hand, it made her feel useless. No dreams meant that she wasn't being called to anything. Even though she hadn't been in the prophecies, she had expected on some level to still play a role in events, beyond just keeping a watchful eye over the Legion. The thought only served to bring an edge of horror to her feelings. Part of why she hated her gift of prophecy was that she didn't want to become the old crone the Legion would drag out for predictions and advice - but now, she felt she may as well have been a hag, left behind while the others risked their lives. 

	Maybe she ought to get used to it, she wondered glumly, aware of Joanie asleep on top of her head. She was going to join Diana's Hunt and become frozen at age 18. Her friends would grow old and leave her behind, moving forward in their lives as she remained eternally stuck. Maybe it was better that it happened already - to make it less painful later on. She heard Mads moving, getting up and getting ready to get dressed. Nancy didn't want to move. She wanted to freeze this moment, to avoid getting up and seeing her two best friends go off - perhaps for the last time. 

	Her love for them was painful and [i]raw.[/i] 

	[color=#9370DB]"Off, Joanie,"[/color] Nancy muttered, pushing the sleeping dragon off of her face. She got up and got dressed, putting on a black turtleneck and frayed jeans - one of her more contemporary outfits. [color=#9370DB]"... Are you heading out now or do you have time for breakfast?"[/color] Nancy then asked Mads and Niah, not looking them in the eye in order to hide the fact that her eyes were watering with tears. [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: Poseidon Cabin 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda woke up from the dream to soft, gentle kisses pressed up against her neck - something infinitely better than a nightmarish battle underneath the sea, where Oceanus' forces had claimed Poseidon's Trident. She knew that it was something they'd have to deal with - 'twas the nature of demigod dreams. But it wasn't something they had to deal with today. Today was going to be fun and exciting, maybe involve falling into a minor monster's trap, and then some greasy food on the side of a road somewhere. Hopefully Arthur wouldn't get too grossed out with some sneaked kisses between her and Kiera every now and then - but then again, Leda wouldn't exactly care if he did. 

	The domestic bliss was shattered though as Leda heard the screams of a rather angry satyr - Coach Hedge. She rolled her eyes slightly. [color=a187be]"What a bloody buzzkill,"[/color] she murmured, giving Kiera a kiss on the neck before getting dressed. She figured that he would be in the Poseidon Cabin quickly enough, but not so fast that a speedster couldn't make a quick getaway, allowing Leda to speed off to the Iris Cabin and pretend she hadn't spent the night having fun with her girlfriend. She didn't see why it mattered anyways - it wasn't like she and Kiera were going to get separate hotel rooms during the quest, unless Coach Hedge was counting on Arthur to be a chaperone. 

[hider=Roll Request] Super-speed back to the Iris Cabin before Hedge catches her![/hider]