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She figures that she should give up expecting Mi-na to fix her door.

Without so much as a word, Pyrrha is whisked away once more, with Mi-na apparently planning the whole day out in a... festival? She had to blink a few times at that. Pyrrha didn’t know that there was a festival going on currently, much less during her birthday. She tends to avoid... crowds, for experience’s sake... for starters. And for her own comfort. The list could go on if it could.

But since Mi-na has bothered to even plan this for her birthday, something that she has been touched by, then Pyrrha settled for staying close to her friend while they go to said festival. Who knows what it will bring? Perhaps it could even be fun.

When her mother was at the helm in the kitchen, she tries to keep a respectable distance.

Pyrrha has never claimed to be any good in the kitchen, much less good at baking. A not so odd thing, for a lost daughter of bakers. But still, there is a little bit of shame there that she couldn’t help but feel. So when her mother bakes, she tries to stay out of her way so that she could work in peace. Even so… there is a desire to at least learn. So for little moments in time, she is taken under her mother’s wing in baking.

Baking seemed like the perfect excuse to rightfully bond with her mother. It was an unspoken language that almost felt familiar to her. She enjoyed not only her lessons, always direct and gentle in her instruction, but of the act itself. Was Pyrrha often scared of messing up a recipe or by burning herself? Of course. But the act itself was in some ways, cathartic for her.

Often has the mere smell of freshly baked bread brought upon a sense of home. Actually baking things brought about a sense of… unity with her family. A bonding act of something she felt she was meant to do in another life.

When her mother calls upon her, she assumes that the cake is done. Pyrrha couldn’t help but have a little spring in her step as she excitedly comes over to her side. As she arrives, she is met with… decorations! Little decorations that often adorns the cakes that her mother sometimes makes for the sake of the bakery. The connotations were not lost on Pyrrha, and her eyes widened at the realization.

“I-I… I can decorate my own cake…?” she stammered in surprise.

             "N-ot sure, but your knee is in my stomach Mi-na---" Lars wheezed in pain, his expression a heavy grimace.

They had been knocked back by a blast...or something? He could only remember a crowd of armoured soldiers approaching, someone yelling something about the fabled Azure Knight and then being blown off the edge of a cliff. Fortunately, it hadn't been that devastating of a fall, but it was enough to knock them out cold for a while.

The silence in the air was sobering. The loud hustle and bustle before had been rendered quiet.

"...Are you okay?"

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     Probably a better idea than enduring the evening cold, as Hercules had had planned for himself. He wondered why he hadn’t considered making a bonfire before, although perhaps it had something to do with his general clumsiness in that department. The Demigod was well aware of how to make a bonfire, his adoptive parents just never allowed him to help out after that one time he nearly burned down their house. The thought of it showed up as a painful reminder, making the guy wince in memory. “I-I’ll go get some branches,” he thus suggested. At least that way he wouldn’t risk setting something or someone else on fire by accident AGAIN. 

positivity time !

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Bless the woman for thinking of her.

She didn’t see her come in or approach, but Pyrrha had noticed a familiar basket that was now filled to the brim with various treats and trinkets. With a child’s curiosity, she sits down and picks out the various items in the basket one by one. Some of them took a bit longer in admiring, as she’s thought of some of them to be rather cute. Others she had admired for its beauty, never having seen anything like it in her life. Pyrrha didn’t know much about Taki nor her culture, but the fact that she was met with such wonderful things for her birthday was one thing that she can be very appreciative of.

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.

It was a sense of home.

“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.