Whenever Michael offered to take her flying it was never an offer that she turned up, never ever. She loved flying, soaring above everything else and watching it all as they went by, seeing nearly everything there was to see. And the eldest angel was all too happy to take her on those little trips, they would do anything to give her a semblance of a fledglinghood that she should have had all this time.
Though, of course, when they did go flying, she always asked about her lack of wings and when they would grow in for her.
"You will get them. I assure you. Some just get them later then others. You are still just a babe yet though so do not concern yourself."
"I'm not a babe."
He scooped her to cradle her in his arms, "You are a babe if I say you are."
She smiled at him and it made his grace soar as it did every time, she graced them with it.
"I am who I say I am!"
"Not unless I say so first."
"You're not my boss!"
He cradled her closer, "No?", she giggled excitedly when he opened his great white wings and knelt slightly, "Are you sure?", before thrusting them up into the sky.