Father had decided to join them in their garden that particular day, it wasn't uncommon, or it hadn't been eons ago. Now to see Him at all was a rare commodity.
He sat with His eldest son watching as the others played with the fledgling in the grassy meadow in the middle of a clearing from the trees. It was a sight, to see them so carefree, as though nothing was weighing on their minds. To see them act like themselves again and not a version created out of heartache. It was a slow process, but things were starting to slowly rebuild once more. Relationships were mending and friends reuniting. And that included His Archangels as well.
They slowly stopped chasing one another, laying in the soft grass, the little fledgling sitting perched on the Healer's chest, giggling to whatever it was he was saying to her.
"You four indulge her."
"It is hard not to."
He smiled at His oldest son, "I know it is hard, I remember the days when you were only little, toddling after My robes in an attempt to follow Me wherever I went."
Michael blushed and He chuckled at the sight of it.
"But you must also learn to say no."
"We do Father, and she handles it with grace, not easy to bring down."
Father nodded and watched as the fledgling perched on the Healers stomach finally got to her feet, running over to where they sat watching carefully. She giggled and waved up at her Father, leaning hard on her older brothers' legs.
"Big brother, can I get an apple from the tree?"
He looked up at the precarious looking tree, taking in the thin branches and the lack of things to catch her should she fall, and shook his head, "No little one."
She shrugged, though a bit put out by the denial to the request but didn't let it hold her down." Okay." She quickly turned to their Father instead, "Can I sit with you Daddy?"
"Of course, My fledgling, come here."
Perhaps He was a bit indulgent too.