Akeela giggled as she ran through the trees trying to find a good place to hide. Behind her she could hear the sound of footsteps coming her way, and it only made her giggle harder and run to a low hanging tree scaling up the branches to hide in the thick green leaves. She couldn't be found, and pressed a hand to her mouth to try and hide her heavy breathing and swallow her soft giggles, looking down as the dark head filled in underneath her, looking one way and then another, before disappearing again.

She waited a good amount of time before climbing back down, looking in the direction that the pursuer had come from, and squealed when arms caught her from behind, tossing her up in the air as she was lifted from her feet.

"I've caught myself a young mouse."

The older angel, a rich mocha color, held her above his head and smiled at her light happy giggling. She smiled down at him brightly, her little fingers curling around his lower arms.

"Hi Camael!"

"Hello little mouse."

It hadn't taken her long to convince the mightiest soldiers in all of Heaven to play hide and seek with her in the garden on this day of rest they had managed to finally come to after a seemingly never-ending week. They were all quite taken with her and everyone knew it. It was hard to comprehend sometimes that the most powerful angel in heaven was a fledgling no older then a few thousand years.

"Do I win?"

He squeezed her middle lightly and she squirmed, giggling at the motion, her smile brightening at her playful friend.

"Do you think you've won?"

She nodded brightly, giggling when he gave her another squeeze, and he tossed her up once more before settling her little self on his shoulder.

"Shall we find the others and let them know how the winner is of this game?"

The fledgling nodded, her fingers curling into his curls, and they walked off in the direction he had come from. They stepped into a clearing some paces away and were met with the various assortments of greetings from the others. Scattered around the clearing in the undergarments worn under their hard armor, soft tunics and trousers, lounging against tree trunks and seated on rocks.

"I see someone has finally managed to catch our little warrior."

Abraxos held his arms open as they drew nearer and nearer, and Raguel tugged her down from his shoulder and tossed her over to the other power. Average build and almost as pale as the moon, the archer of the Power's caught her swiftly and bounced her in his arms.

She pushed herself up with her little hands pushing against his shoulders, "I won!"

The others smiled at her exuberance. Abraxos congratulated her, pecking her nose softly as he passed her over to the brother next to him, Puriel and Daniel gave her high-fives. They hugged her between them and she giggled when they poked her in the belly. The little fledgling tumbled away from them in her escape of their playful attack and giggled again when arms curled around her middle, having fallen on a body underneath them, Titus was laying lazily in the soft grass and pressed a firm kiss to the side of her neck, just under her ear making the fledgling shriek softly at the feeling.

"Many congrats baby Power."

Haniel snagged her up from the other's grasp when he dug his fingers lightly into her sides, making her shriek and squirm again, holding her close to him.

"How dare you fiends torture our little warrior."

The fledgling giggled again, she was just so happy it was hard to stop, at his dramatic acts. A strong set of hands snagged her up from Haniel's embrace and she smiled up at the Chief Power with a brightness that could strike fear in the darkest of moments. He held her out in his arms, cradling her against him, "It would be wrong if she did not deserve it most of the time."

"Hi Nisroc!"

"Hello you little sneaky one. Was it you who hid out boots this morning?"

It was easy to miss but they were all barefoot, much like the fledgling they so cared for preferred to go, not that they minded, they were spending most of their day in the garden after all.

"You'll never prove it!"

"Don't worry yourself. We will pry the confession from you."