Arms would wrap themselves tenderly around the child then. Lips resting over her forehead in the most tender kiss, before the Grecian gazes down upon the other's features. Happy Birthday, dearest daughter... Sophitia is going to make certain that her first every birthday with her (After all these years) would be a most memorable one. Table long since set, her favourite meals have been prepared, and, well, that's only the beginning really. Be ready, Pyrrha, for a busy day~
It was not often that she would actually celebrate her own birthday. Not with many others, no… it’s been too long since the last time that happened. Spending such a day with a loved one seemed like such a dream to her, a pipe dream that was probably less likely to happen at all in this lifetime. But when she is alone and her surroundings are still, she would make a small birthday prayer for herself; she often wished that things would be better for her for the next year, if only for a little while. Often that prayer comes unheard, but still, sometimes she just wants to hope.
Now she finds herself wrapped within loving arms, and her mother places such a tender kiss to her forehead. Perhaps it was a good thing that Pyrrha would physically feel her mother beside her, or else she would feel like she was dreaming again. An actual celebration with her mother at her side? Wouldn’t that be the stuff of dreams! “U-Um… Mother, what is – ?” she started to say, looking up at her with a bewildered expression upon her face. A subtle glance to the side was all it took to see the fruits of her mother’s labors, and it was then that Pyrrha froze.
The table has been set with an fair amount of food upon it, and it seems to have been prepared for a while. Not only that, but Pyrrha could see that the spread had all of her favorite foods. All of which she can see and smell for herself. The wafting smell of freshly baked bread was the most prominent of all, and the one that made Pyrrha herself take a brief whiff of it. She has always felt a sense of comfort whenever she smells the scent of fresh bread. Perhaps she knows the reason now that her mother was here.
“M-Mother…” Ah, she could feel herself beginning to cry again. The familiar sting of tears welling, the lump that she could feel in her throat. She tried not to start crying – oh, how she tries. But she couldn’t help but let a few tears fall down her cheeks. And yet, Pyrrha was smiling. Wider than she ever has in recent years. Has her mother spent all of this time preparing this for today? For her birthday? She was so deeply touched by it all. This sensation of happiness… these tears of happiness, perhaps this is what it’s like to have a family who loves you.
“Mother… I… thank you so much.”
