The Fledgling stared out the window, a sadden presence in her eye indicating the feelings she truly held in her heart, and it saddened them to know that she was so upset and there was nothing they could do to lift her spirits. She sighed softly and bent to rest her chin on her knees, continuing her staring out the window.
Sitting lazily at the table behind her, the Messenger exchanged a disheartened look with his older brother, and Michael sighed softly much like their fledgling had. She had been like this since the day before last when the blonde archangel had made his leave. She was rather fond of them all, it showed in the way that she always returned to their garden, but her choir master was by far the favorite of the four of them.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "Little one?", she turned to look at him at his call and he smiled to her kindly, "He will be back by morning."
"Promise?"
"With all my heart."