#woebringer

Mother’s Day

   O’ BLESSED CHILD… come unto the offered hands that would then take you tenderly by the shoulder. Quick in her attempts to sooth slightly shaky nerves that the young one would still radiate– TIME, time was needed. Now that they were actually allowed to even stand side by side, hand in have. To even revel in one another’s comforting presence… after all these years… Pray to Kronos himself that he would be generous then in his blessings. Stuttered words would eventually bring her attention down towards the very gift that she now held nervously in her own two hands…

   “I love it.” 

   Barely above a whisper, but clearly stated though the commencement of stirred emotions. she was quick to admire it for its intricate wove. The choices of flowers, in colors, the manner in which they were clearly so well spread out from one another… Sophitia could never possibly craft such a delicately beautiful creation such as this herself. A smile all too easily beginning to curl itself upon her very lips, before a kiss was pressed to her child’s forehead. Hand reaching up to brush aside curled bangs with the utmost tenderness– before reaching down to rest upon the gift itself. 

   WREATHS often adorned upon a warrior of the Gods themselves– but, never before, however, would she gaze upon one that would be made with such LOVE and CARE. To know that her daughter had actually picked up such a skill, all on her own, would further bring upon the parental pride of an already swelling heart.

   “Thank you, Pyrrha.          … But, shouldn’t one be made for you as well?”

//WHEN YOU’RE AWKWARDLY LATE TO YOUR OWN BIRTHDAY MESSAGE WEEKS AGO GGNSL AHDH  GUFDE ME

THANK YOU PYRRHA-MUN AND I’M SORRY FOR BEING SUCH A BUM AND GETTING TO IT L ATE -SCREAMS-//

     ❛   don’t you just  love  rain in the spring  ?   ❜

   BIRTHDAY BAKING INTENSIFIES.

He frequently traversed the Barren Temple, patrolling its ancient, hallowed corridors in search of thieves or worse, Shades, that sought to defile his gods’ sacred place. Only he was permitted to enter, for only nobility could walk these halls—those who were forbidden to tread upon holy ground were warned, or cut down. His was a devotion so fierce to the gods of old rules much like any of the Masked People. A king he might have been (and a boy, no less), but a king who’d little hesitation to honour that which belonged to his culture and kingdom.

When it was that the boy king heard a foreign sound past the gentle drift of the sand, his grip on Transience, his favoured spear held just and true, tightened. Steeled eyes wandered in caution, his tongue sharp and his fearlessness even more so.

              ❝Kuer’na ? Sireel-ku !❞

//I KNOW I’M A MONTH LATE BUT I GOTTA RESPOND BACK OKAY. I’M SO SORRY. XDDD//

That was unexpected. When did she end up getting this? Then again, Leixia shouldn’t question that; it was a present and she truly was thankful for it. Despite being from a wealthy family, getting gifts from friends felt even better. The design was very pretty, and even just holding onto it made Leixia feel as if she would break it.