After his first encounter with the Captain, things began to grow much more calming for him, at least, it began to grow more calming when in the presence of his Captain. It was hard to be tense around a guy who had once had you sprawled out on his bed while he made you squeal like a fledgling, it was just impossible, the ice had been broken, and he found himself with an older brother he hadn't known he'd wanted until he gotten one.

Sablo had grown up one of six charges to the same caretaker, he was the smallest, the quietest, often times forgotten in the mix of the more rambunctious ones. He hadn't gotten quite as much attention as the others had gotten, being a bit more self sufficient then they had been, even though they had been older then him, meant that his needs were often pushed to the wayside. The others often made fun of his short stature, pushing him around and picking on him, he remembers very clearly how they had told him of everything he would not accomplish.

How they had laughed at him when he had said he wanted to be a warrior.

He was too small. Too shy. He wasn't built to be a warrior. And though the caretaker had scolded them for such behavior, he knew that they thought the same way, they never told him that they were wrong in what they said.

His older brothers, the ones he'd grown up with, had chosen to become warriors too and their teasing had continued even into training. They grew, tall and muscular, while he stayed the same. Maybe growing by a few inches, but there was little muscle he put on, he was still small and lithe, just as he'd always been.

And then word had started spreading of the Powers looking for a new elect and everyone tried their hardest to stick out.

Sablo hadn't had a hope in the world of being picked, being spotted, not by a Power, so he just went about his training as usual. There was no use trying to impress someone who would never be impressed by his small, lithe, self.

And then Abraxos had taken notice.

He'd stopped his walking through the masses, his searching, and came to stand before him as he went through the motions. He'd just stood there and watched, Sablo had fought every urge he had to turn and stare right back, and sighed a breath of relief when the Power finally turned away.

How his brothers had cornered him that evening.

It had only been in his luck that the Captain had entered their barrack, calling them all to attention by his mere presence alone, he'd greeted them all, but his focus was clearly on the quiet, shy, little thing that the others often time made fun of, he was the brunt of many jokes. He'd been offered the position, the others jaws dropping to the floor, and he'd stared at him with shock.

Eyes wide, mouth slightly ajar, under the impression that this had to have been another cruel joke being played.

But the Captain had assured him he was being very much very serious on his invitation.

He hadn't said anything at the time, but when he nodded, accepting the invitation, it had been the brothers he'd grown up with that the Captain had given the task of moving his things up to the Pavilion.

Sablo hadn't met someone quite as playful as the Captain was, an older brother who took the role very seriously, and older brother who acted like an older brother.

"Hello, sir."

He was always welcome in the Captain's room, to borrow from his collection of books, to stand by his side. He was never pushed away. Never frowned upon.

"Do I have to remind you not to call me that here?" Nisroc was sitting at his desk, working on the files he'd been given, he'd put them off for as long as he possibly could. "Again."

Sablo can't help it, he giggles softly, and he just manages to see his Captain smile at the sound as he crosses to examine the books in his bookcase. "I meant, hello, Nis."

"Much better." He closes one of the files and moves on to the next. "Come for a new book?"

"As long as you don't mind."

"You know I don't."

The young Power elect finds the book he'd like to read, pulls it out from its place on the shelf with a gentle finger, and tucks it under his arm for safe keeping. Turning to watch his Captain, the young Power crosses to stand by his side, watching him go through the files page by page, filling in the places that he needs to fill in, making sure every file entry is up to date.

"Do you need help?"

Nisroc smiles up at him for a brief moment, shaking his head in the negative, nodding to the chair next to him. "That's alright, I wouldn't want another soul to suffer through the boredom that is doing paperwork, I'd enjoy the company though."

The younger angel smiles slightly, taking the seat next to him, the elder Power dwarfs him in size.

"So, tell me about yourself," the elder spares him an amused smile. "The only thing I know about you is how to make you squeal like a little fledgling."

Sablo feels his cheeks heat up, and he ducks as he's sure the color red has over come his pale complexion, feeling the burn in his cheeks more than ever when the Captain chuckles softly. He reaches out and pokes him in the side lightly, smiling when he makes the younger angel jolt lightly, and turns the page of the file he's reading through.

"Don't worry about it, it's endearing, but I come back to what I said." Sablo looks up at him. "Tell me about yourself."

"W—What do you want to know?"

"Anything." His writing hand comes to a halt for a moment. "I barely know you." Sablo stares up at him with wide eyes and he sighs softly. "How about your fledglinghood, did you grow up with any siblings? Did you have fun? Get into any trouble? Tell me about it."

Sablo shrugs. "There's not much to tell. I was just as shy as I am now. Quiet. Small. My brothers picked on me a lot. They laughed when I said I wanted to be a warrior." He looks down for a moment ashamedly. "They said I was too small. Too weak. It was the joke of our flock."

"They bullied you?" Nisroc frowns lightly, turning to look at him with more attention, Sablo looks up at him in alarm and nods. "What did your caretakers say?"

He shrugs again. "I mean, they scolded them for it, but I always got the impression they agreed."

"That's unacceptable. Did it ever come to an end?"

Sablo nods. "Yes?"

The older angel narrows his eyes. "Try that again."

"No." He looks down in shame. "They got worse after Abraxos approached me during training."

"They're warriors too?"

"Yes, sir."

Nisroc points a finger at him. "I will." Sablo smiles, a giggle bursting from his chest at the thought of it, and he leans away from his Captain. "Nis, I meant Nis." He wiggles his finger at him threateningly. "I'll let it slide this time. But one more slip up and you're going to get it."

"Their behavior is unbecoming of a warrior. I'll have a word with them immediately." He looks over the youth next to him. "And, you'll come with me."

"Do I have to?"

"I'll make it an order."

The young elect sighs, nodding in turn, and the Captain rubs his hair fondly. "Don't believe a word they say. The warrior is only as great as their skill is, not their build, and you're the one that's going to become a Power, not them." His hand travels down from his head to cup his cheek lightly. "Your older brothers failed at their most important job. I will not. We will not."

"What?"

"Did you think we're just a group of soldiers?" Nisroc shakes his head. "No, we're a family, and you, my young friend, are one of the babies of our close knit family." Sablo blushes deeply and he chuckles. The Captain throws aside the file he's working through, putting them off for just a little bit longer won't hurt anything, besides it's for something important. "Well, now I'm upset, there was big brothers who failed at being big brothers to their precious baby brother."

Sablo feels as though he knows where this is going, so he slowly starts to rise from his chair, hoping to make his escape in quick fashion.

He stands from his seat just as quickly. "Not so fast." He catches him around the waist as he tries to skirt around him. "We're going to help each other feel better. You need to know what it's like to have a proper big brother. And, I need to ensure my new baby brother knows how much he's cared for."

"I'm okay, really!"

"But we have to make sure."

He knows his escape is a futile mission when fingers curl into his left side and dig in.