Their fledgling was happiest when they could all gather together in the garden; whether it be for midday meetings or calm mornings or to watch the moon rise at night. She was happiest when they could all be together again after a long days work. When she could curl up against her choir master and sip from a shared mug of warm mint and lavender (or whatever concoction it was that day) or list listen to one of the Messengers many stories of his time with the pagans (though child proofed of course because of little ears) or lay on the eldest's chest as he told her stories of the stars. She was happiest when they could be a little family during those quiet moments together in their garden.