Jeanne -
BenevolenceA week had passed since the events at Augustine, and Jeanne slept for the majority of it. Not until the fifth day did she wake, restlessly stirring in her slumber before the sun itself even rose. Blearily waking and stretching her arms out into the slowly rising sun, the tightness upon them brought to reveal that bandages were still very much in place. Softly she smiled as she stared at them before unraveling them from her forearms and shoulders.
As the sun rose in its fiery glory, her healed skin came to bear. Again, very much thanks to the brilliant handiwork that was Niti's talents. As far as she had known at least. Gently running her fingertips along each of her arms, the Archangel continued to unwind from her almost mummy-like state as she strode to the shower to get clean.
Not long after, a slender sundress that flared beautifully to the right side in fiery colors was draped over her figure. Soon after that, a light bolero jacket of shortened sleeves and blackened hue over that. Even still, she strode out from her room barefoot and into the Guild's little makeshift kitchen. It was quiet, empty, and peaceful. For she had woken long before anyone else had even stirred.
It was her chance to at least do something to show thanks for what had been done in the week prior. To show gratitude for the noble efforts of everyone that had shed blood, sweat, and tears alike.
Without any doubt, it was going to be a rather busy morning.
Baking wasn't a skill that she had preferred to come to know, but in the past six years without Anna continually present; it was a talent that Jeanne had to adapt to. Not that she was adept as the older Magi in such an art, but it was good enough to make mouths water and relish the sweets which they were about to partake in. This in itself resulted in a series of fortunate and unfortunate cooking experiments for a year before she finally settled into her own pace and began making quite delectable delicacies.
Into the mid part of the morning she toiled and worked, carefully knotting dough and application of sweets, fruits, frosting and fudge in intricate and carefully intent patterns. Tart pastries, fine cheese cakes lined with delicate and delicious fruits. By the time the clock struck noon, there was a veritable cake shop's worth of magnificent and almost artistic looking treats that lined the edge. She left her favorite recipe, her most crowning effort upon the table for Lamia Scale to partake in of course.
With two bulging bags filled with sweets that she had made, Jeanne quietly left the guild hall of Lamia, with the brilliance of her golden wings spreading wide as she took flight. Carefully, gingerly she would make her way across the horizon to find the homes of both Harpies and Vipers. The latter of which would come first. With a flutter and a flow of her brilliant wings, she landed down in front of the Viper's nest, settling the large and neatly boxed package down onto the front doorstep and touching the doorbell before lifting off easily into the air again.
Once a Viper opened the door, they would find a simple note tied to several boxes of dark and light chocolates layered upon one another within. And it stated such:
As a thank you for your noble efforts in Augustine. - The Archangel.Once they opened the delicious smelling box, a literal layered lasagna of varying handcrafted chocolates would be found inside. Simply waiting to be devoured.
Smoothly she left such behind, and made her way towards the guild of Harpies. It did not take long for her to arrive. Always one who seemed so incessantly light of heart and light of feet, travelling swiftly was of the essence. Gently, her sandaled feet quietly landed in front of the Harpy Guild, and instead of knocking and leaving; she walked right in. She had been a relatively common visitor, welcome or unwelcome aside. This time however as she brought a sweetened treat, she was sure that she would be quite amiably met.
Settling a boxes down upon the table, she would lightly pluck one up and set it down upon the table. Unfurling herself from the black bolero and bringing the slenderness of her shoulders to bear, Jeanne slowly opened the box for all to see.
"As a thank you for everyone, I made a few of these for you all." She pleasantly stated, patting the column of several boxes which held several more. Adding of course, a humorous quip.
"And I believe a certain dark one owes me a scolding." 
