"You know little warrior?", they were laying out together on a warm patch of sun in the garden. Though she had said she would try and forgive it was proving to be a trying task, the grudges she could hold were as hard as stone, "He isn't so different from you."

"I'm not a jerk."

"Well, no, but you both had a hard time when you were fledglings."

"So what. Life sucks. Get over it."

"You both make the same sound when one does this." A finger poked into her belly playfully and she gigged adorably. He let her calm down and rested his hand on her belly instead, little fingers curling around his.

"Will you give him a chance? For me little one?"

She heaved a sigh and nodded against his chin, "But that doesn't mean I like him."

"I'm not saying that you have to."

"You kind of are."

The hand dug a few fingers into her side again and she gave a soft shriek at the tingly feeling, "You are a cheeky fledgling, aren't you little warrior. I am not and you know it. I am merely asking you to give him a chance for redemption."

"What if he doesn't deserve it?"

"Do I deserve a second chance?", she turned over onto her belly so she could look him in the eyes, out of all the Powers (and she was friends with them all) she was probably closest to Nisroc. He always made sure to say hello when she came to aid in the training, taught her secret things when Michael wasn't looking, and let her ride on his shoulders as he made his rounds through the fields, for him to ask her such a thing was crazy, "I have done horrible things. Do I deserve my second chance?"

Nisroc met her gaze, her eyes wide and shining with surprise at his admission and inquiry, resting on her belly now so she could see into his eyes.

"Of course you do!"

"Why?"

She gasped and grasped onto his tunic with her little hands, tightly, as if to make her point even more vivid with her grasp, "Cause you're nice. You guys are different! You're nice and he's not."

"But he can be when given the chance. I've seen it with my own eyes. I know you have a hard time believing me.", he was quick in catching her rolling her eyes in disbelief, "But I've seen it. He's hurting. Just like you are."

She rested her elbows on his chest and sat up slightly, "I'm not hurt."

"Oh yes you are, you hide it well, too well, but I can see it. The others can see it. You hurt here.", he tapped her chest with his finger, "And you hide it behind a wall of strength and sheer willpower but sometimes it still sneaks through."

"Well maybe if he wasn't such a meanie all the time then he'd have friends to help him feel better."

"And if you weren't so stubborn you would see what I'm trying to say."

"I'm not stubborn!"

"Oh yes you are but it's a charming quality."

"You're a charming quality."

"It was a compliment."

"Then thank you."

Nisroc smiled at her and rubbed a hand over her lower back, "Will you at least talk to him?"

"I don't have anything to say to him."

"Are you sure? You don't even know him. How do you know you have nothing to say to him if you don't know him?"

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it, he had her in a bind, and he smiled because she knew he knew he did. She pouted and rested her chin on her folded hands. In a rare act of playfulness he leaned forward to peck her on the nose.

"Please, little warrior, for me?"

"But I don' want to."

"Do you want me to convince you?"

"Okay okay! I do it! Nis no!"