Glynda was not happy about what Peter had done. In particular exposing Jaune to such a potent stimulus. She carefully watched Jaune, as the young man continued to sip at his drink. She was certain Peter had seen what she was seeing now. Jaune's claws had unsheathed. The blood had affected him, causing him to unconsciously bare the vicious weapons.
Glynda sighed and drained the remains of her own liquid meal. This was going to be a conversation and a half with Jaune's mother in the morning. She was also going to have to speak to the Headmaster about Jaune not taking part in initiation as they had originally planned. There were too many risks, and she had so much more to instruct the poor lad in.
"Finish up, and then we'll head to bed." Glynda told her nephew, while standing up and moving to rinse out her canister. "It's been a long day."
Jaune said nothing, and proceeded to drain the rest of his own meal. He rose from his seat upon the couch, and suddenly felt faint. He weaved on his feet, dropping his canister. It hit the coffee table with a hollow plastic thunk.
"Jaune!" Glynda called out as she dashed from the kitchen sink to his side in a fraction of a second, catching him before he could fully collapse. "Jaune?"
"Dizzy. Tired." he mumbled, before becoming dead weight in his aunt's arms. Even the serpents of his hair lay about his face and head, limp and listless.
"You shouldn't be this tired, after ingesting human blood." Glynda commented to herself as she scooped up her nephew and carried him into his room. She carefully placed him on the bed, and pulled the quilt his mother had made for him over his form.
"Sleep well, Jaune." she whispered before giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead and leaving the room, closing the door behind her. It was getting late, so she also retired for the night.
As Vale fell into slumber, Pyrrha Nikos was up as the sun began to rise into the air. Today was the day she would start the newest chapter in her life. It was the day she would leave for Beacon and start her the final stages of her training to become not only a Huntress but also a Slayer.
With so much nervous energy, she was in your family's training facilities. Dressed in a thin and flimsy plain linen dress, cinched about her waist with a wide leather belt, she worked through a litany of stances. The kopis her mother had gifted to her, flashing in the light of the rising sun that streamed through the floor to ceiling windows.
Once this warm up was complete, she would move on to more strenuous exercises. Ones designed to really get her blood pumping. She wanted to feel a comforting burning ache throughout her body as she rested during her trip to Vale and then Beacon.
"You're up early, sweetheart." came a chipper and amused feminine voice from the doorway. "Today is the day, isn't it?"
"Mother." Pyrrha greeted, as she paused in her exercises. "Yes, it is. I'm so excited!"
"It's good to be so, but remember..."
"This is not a holiday. It's about shaping my future."
"Very good." Athena commended. "But there is nothing wrong with having some fun at the same time. Maybe even finding a cute boy?"
"Mother!" Pyrrha blushed as she turned her back upon the matron of the Nikos family. "Is father up?"
"Yes. He's been up for a while... in the kitchen."
"The kitchen?" Pyrrha asked once again, turning to face her mother. "Why?"
"I think he's trying to make a special breakfast for you..." Athena giggled, "He is losing his little girl after all."
"No he's not. I'll be coming back during holiday's and term breaks."
"Yes, be that as it may, he's totally accepted the idea of you finding a boyfriend, getting married having kids, and never coming home to visit."
"Huh?"
"Don't question it, dear." Athena laughed lightly. "It's just how your father is."
"Should I be scared about what he's making?" Pyrrha asked while sheathing her kopis.
"No. I think it will be safe." Athena replied, a mirthful smile still curling her lips. "Shall we see what your father is up to?"
Athena offered her daughter her arm, and Pyrrha laughed as she took it. The pair stepping out of the training room and heading towards the kitchen and dining room, for whatever special meal was being created for Pyrrha's last morning at home.