[hr][hr][center][h3][color=a187be][b]🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/24d233203ba177eff60c84345d385502/tumblr_inline_p1oaitQ5YD1rifr4k_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Tartarus 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=a187be]"That's all?"[/color] Leda teased. [color=a187be]"C'mon, mate, use your imagination some - where are you going on holiday?"[/color] It was a practical list, an overly Roman list of things to do. And while they had been traveling together for - Leda actually had no idea how long - she had managed to pull out glimpses of something beyond the tightly wound Roman stereotype. It helped that Mads was a werewolf - she imagined that gave her a bit of a looseness, allowing the stick to come out of her ass. 

	Leda took another bite of her rabbit, tearing apart at the meat, separating it from the bone. Maybe today would be the day - day? - where they finally made some [i]real[/i] progress. Maybe she'd get to see Kiera again - or even just feel the light of the sun on her skin, rather than this eternal shadow. 	



[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/90/2f/9b902f5d69130f56f888762eda7f6939.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-blood
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy relaxed ever so slightly more, as the cyclops explained he was out here gathering supplies for Camp. He was claiming to be affiliated, at the very least - and if he was hostile, he probably would have attacked her by now. Yet still, even with her bow lowered and the tension released, she didn't put the arrow back in her quiver - she kept her weapon at the ready, prepared to loose an arrow into the cyclops' eye at the slightest provocation. [color=#9370DB]"Something like that."[/color] Target practice didn't seem like the correct term - stress relief was closer. 

	She turned quickly as she heard someone approach, her muscles tensed as she prepared for the worst - only to be relieved, and mildly ashamed, to see that it was Niah. She'd been gone longer than she'd realized. And while Nancy didn't necessarily care what others thought of her, she cared what [i]Niah[/i] thought of her. Blood pooled in her cheeks for a moment. She clenched her jaw. [color=#9370DB]"I know. I was just leaving."[/color] She held out an arm for Joanie, finally putting her arrow in her quiver, and slinging her bow over her shoulder. As soon as her dragon was ready, she started to make her way out of the woods, assuming that Niah was following.