The morning light crawl along the covers of the bed, it peeked above the shoulders of broad shoulders and onto a small red head. As the sun hits her eyes, she began to stir. A mixture of excitement and the bliss of tiredness fought while she stayed still. The joy of waking up next to her parents and tiredness conjured her will to make this moment last long as possible. With her father's arm being her pillow, and her mother's comforting cuddle, Pyrrha stared at her father's face.

Even in his lax face due to sleep, that coy smile was kept on his face. As if he too was savoring this time between the dream world and reality, this perfect mixer of the two make it difficult for her to try to tell if he was actually awake. His short red hair kept twitching, but that was no monster nor him stirring, it was the fan making that happen. While she could not see her mother, it was clear she was in deep sleep. She held Pyrrha tighter when she was asleep, and as her mother would wake, she would slowly loosen.

Mornings like this make the night seem almost worth it. Even though this would be the last morning like this for a long time, so she had to enjoy every second, every emotion this young girl could enjoy. She did have her own bed but the night has a way of turning the corners of the room and her dreams into Grimm . On nights that were especially bad, she had retreated to her parent's bed so they could protect her. But last night was one of the exceptions, today her father would be leaving for about a month to hunt those who like to go bump in the night. So she had to steal him as much as she could, though she did lie to them and stay up just enough to make it seem as though she did see those monster stealth right into her room.

After the Sun warmed the covers making them just that more conformable, her pillow twitched. At that moment her father's eyes began to stir and reveal green eyes and her mother's grasp let a few inched slide. It always amazed the little red head how they did it, waking up at the same time. It's almost like the planned it. Was it the Sun that woke them? She did not know.

It was her mother that spoke first, "How does breakfast sound?" To which she spun her around purposely and held Pyrrha tighter.

Pyrrha lost her breath for moment then Claude smile grew even those the red head could not see, "Of course, what would you like?"

"How about pancakes and eggs?" in which Cynisca aimed at Pyrrha. Cynisca smile and half shut eyes make it obvious that she also felt that bliss of waking to a world filled of ones you love. But Pyrrha was too busy thinking about this new prospect. Pyrrha's eagerness could barely be concealed, eggs where only good when her father made them, but pancakes seem to be a gift of the gods; as long as there was also syrup.

She jump up and immediately turned to her father, "Can we? can we?" speaking so fast that if it was not obvious what she was asking, no one would be able to understand.

He laid there and pretended to think about it, as of his answer could be anything short of yes. "Hm, if you get some blueberry syrup, I'll think about it."

This was the straw the broke the flood gates of her excitement, at that moment it was questionable if he semblance was speed, she went to her room and clothes seem to fall on her, even those pesky socks.

Pyrrha went to the foyer, waiting for her an escort or two. She would go get the syrup herself, however her unheeding love for her parents and to do everything with both of them makes her wait to be told she could go by herself or wait. After an eternity, mother joined her; wearing a light blue sundress that match her eyes and a pair of sanders that give her an earthy but motherly look. She kneed down to Pyrrha, delivering a kiss on the forehead then asked "You almost forgot you shoes."

Pyrrha checks became warm with embarrassment, and put them on with help of course, because it was offered not because she needed it. "Where 's daddy?"

Cynisca giving Pyrrha on last look over to make sure nothing else is amiss, "He's going to start cooking those pancake so we can have breakfast when we get back."

"Oh, okay." Disappointment hung in her voice, but she wasn't going to fight.

"We'll only be out for a minute, now come. We don't want him to be waiting." To which they both started out the door.

They lived in a good sized village, everywhere was in walking distance, everyone knows everyone, and secrets travel far. Even though the store they were going to was only a mile away, Pyrrha seemed to be in the upmost hurry, almost dragging her mother. When they were a block from the store, they could hear the town square in disrupt.

On the platform stood several elders and a man in gold and silver clothing on the evaluated platform and half of the village had gathered around. Pyrrha did not know who this man was, or why there had been a meeting early in the morning. Pyrrha looked at her mother, Cynisca face was hard and angular, "Who is he mommy?"

She looked down at her daughter, "No one, come, let's go inside." Trying to put distance between her daughter and the commotion. They went into the store and with all due accounts, made the fastest purchase in that store's history. Then as quickly as they left their house, they left the store, Pyrrha could hear the store clerk say "I guess she's pretty excited to hear about Gym."

The door behind her closed and not giving her a Pyrrha a chance to ponder, Cynisca led her straight home, and they walked in swiftly. Claude was in the kitchen wearing a simple purple button down dress shirt, and some black cargo pants. He had rolled up his sleeves out of habit, kelp his shirt not tucked in, and tried to push back his hair but ultimately having to give in and let his hair do as it wishes. He had a platter of pancakes and was working on the eggs. When the little red head asked "Who is Gym?"