Someone was coming, and with each moment she could feel herself grow lighter. It wasn't something she was used to, nor anything she would ever understand. There was a saying you couldn't miss what you never had, and romantic love was something like that for Daphne.
But on a day where Eros' power was at it's highest, where an arrow of love could block out a thousand year old curse Daphne felt that love. When Apollo came into view her eyes lowered and a bright smile spread along her lips.
Not even realizing how strange it was, she jumped up and rather then turn away like she would have if it was any other day she walked toward him. Unafraid and without hatred. There was a fine enough line between hatred and love and for this day she had crossed it.
Even if she'd regret her actions the next day.
Smiling brightly she sat down before him, knowing nothing better to do but set her hand on his. "Hi."