They quickly learned, something that they had deduced came as a side affect to the war that had been lived through, that their fledgling could take a nap practically anywhere. Some of the places they had found her had nearly taken years off their long lives, and it was no better for the others who found her either.

Joshua had been tending to the trees when he spotted the little foot hanging over a low hanging branch, standing up just a tad straighter, the tall garden just managed to catch a glimpse of the little person sleeping so soundly against the side of one of his trees. He smiled knowingly; this little guest was no new visitor to these parts. He returned to watering his plants and made a mental note to alert her guardians later. Perhaps after they realized she was missing and began to worry. He had to have his own entertainment of course, and that was hard to come by surrounded by the plants he so loved, but perhaps before they worried too much and ordered the legions to go looking for her.

The next of her friends to discover this odd little quirk was the chief Power, he had been watching over the younger classes through their beginnings of real training, when the baby Power had separated from his side and wandered off. He paid it no mind, turning to watch as she disappeared a moment later, she enjoyed walking amongst the training warriors, and they all enjoyed seeing her smile as she did. It was no joke when it was said that she was the most powerful angel in all of heaven. She had Heaven's most powerful angels wrapped around her finger and the next best things wrapped around the other. It wasn't until the sun began setting and she had not returned to his side that worry had begun to set in, the Commander had business to attend to at another place, and while the fledgling was free to wander as she pleased, she was to tell someone where she was intending on going. It was a new rule they were trying to implement, a slow process, but they had managed to curb the slightly violent tendency with the fledgling with the whole corner ideal. He turned in worry, looking for his little friend, she had to be around somewhere as she had not told him or any of the others that she was leaving. He had nearly ordered the others to begin scouting for their little member when his eyes focused onto something huddled against a wooden post just on the other side of the newest recruits training area. Titus relieved them for the day and followed his gaze, smiling at the sight he was welcomed to.

"I'm almost jealous at how easy she does it."

"Our Baby Power nearly scared a good thousand years off my life."

"You're getting soft, sir."

"Come closer and I'll show you how soft I've become."

They smiled at each other though, all in jest, the respect between them was deep and strong, the friendship even more so, and it was easy to see how they were all soft when it came to their young friend. Of course, they would kick anyone to the dust if they dared lay a hand on her, as one unfortunate sucker had been quick to learn the harder of ways, and they had no doubts she would come to their aid as much as she could in return.

The two of them walked to her, smiling at the soft even breaths that she produced as they drew nearer, and Nisroc bent to lift her up. Adjusting himself when she curled around him instead, little head of braids finding his shoulder, and her soft sigh brushed against his neck as she fell back into her slumber. He pressed his hand to her back as they turned once more, heading in the direction of the others waiting for them at the other end of the field. As they drew neared, they all smiled softly at the sight of their baby member sleeping so soundly on their chiefs' shoulder.

"Someone had an exciting day?"

The others chuckled at Haniel's soft exclamation and again when Nisroc reached out to smack him over the head with a whispered warning against waking the sleeping fledgling, despite his carrying her. She didn't stir in the slightest and remained out to the world around her, as they turned as one and headed into their Pavilion, the Commander would be around later to see to her wellbeing and there was no doubt on their minds that she would still be out when he did.

She had nearly given the healers a heart attack when she had done it in the Infirmary, they had noticed her disappearance fifteen minutes after they had last seen her hopping about and humming under her breath mindless tunes that had a special calming effect on the patients staying due to injuries requiring further tending, she had even struck up small conversations with the prisoner among them, Gadreel had slowly opened up to her presence, most certainly having something to do with her being there when he was saved (they had all seen or heard of her attack on Theo that dreadful day) and though the relationship was still new and somewhat shy on both sides, they got along well.

Her disappearance was something akin to the sun being hidden by a passing cloud, it seemed to dim the entire place without her bright carefree personality there to bring them all real life. They still had to tend to their patients obviously, but it didn't stop them from looking about to see if they could spot her, it wasn't until Oren had spotted a small foot hanging from above them did, he finally alert someone.

His eyes were wide, staring at the dangling appendage, as he pat the Healers shoulder distractedly.

He sighed and finally turned to see what was the matter, "Yes, yes Oren?", the healer was distracted by something and he followed the younger angels gaze to see what had captured his attention, his eyes widened as he saw what had taken it hostage and his mouth dropped open just slightly in surprise "How did she even manage to get up there?", his healer had finally stopped patting on his shoulder and gave him a long suffering look as if to silently convey their unsaid exasperation at giving up at finding such answers. She was small and lithe and therefore fit into places that others couldn't, hence the reason she was curled up on one of the wooden beams above them, little foot dangling over the side.

They watched as the Healer sighed fondly, shook his head, and opened his great emerald wings. Despite having the ability to fly, it was not as common to do in Heaven as most thought it was, a majority of the time they walked to their destinations, unless it was a long distance away such as the training fields or the far gates. Or, it seemed, to gather up stray fledglings who managed to get into the strangest of places to sleep.

Raphael hovered over them with one sweep of his wings and plucked the fledgling up from her perch, cradling her against his chest as he touched to the floor again, tucking his wings back to where they were kept when not in use and smiled when the little fledgling nuzzled closer and fell back into peaceful slumber.

How she had gotten up there remains a mystery to them all.

The Messengers invitation into the mess wasn't as nerve wracking as the last ones had been, Zaveriel hadn't been to joke with him yet and he had grown concerned and stepped out of his office. The chattering in the halls of the other messengers was muted to a low whisper for something beyond his understanding but made no move to stop them as they went on their way. Being a messenger was no slow-paced job, it took a lot of time, and was constant moving.

He wandered down the hallway and saw the back of his lieutenant's head as he drew nearer to the atrium in the middle of the Aerie. He smiled as he stepped down onto the dirt trail heading towards the center, confused as to why the troublemaking angel was sitting out here silently reading a book instead of messing about with the others inside.

"Whatcha doing kiddo?"

"Hanging out."

Zaves didn't look up from his book as he answered, licking a finger dramatic like and flipped the page, causing the archangel to roll his eyes and take the seat next to him.

"I can see that squirt. I meant whatcha doing out here?"

"Keeping guard."

Another lick to the finger and the page turned in similar fashion as the last one was.

"Guarding what?"

"Not 'what. Watching who?"

And to that he pointed up above them and the Messenger followed his finger up to the tree branches and spotted a little foot dangling over the side of one. He tilted his head in wonder.

"What's Akeelah doing up there?"

"Sleeping."

Another page turned and he was still staring above him at the little foot.

"I can see that. Why is she sleeping up there?"

"She likes being up high. Don't ask why. I don't know why. She just does."

It wasn't much of a surprise that her master seemingly already knew of her strange ability, and it showed one night when they had all returned from their duties and gathered around the table as they usually did, minus their youngest member perched on someone's knee and sipping at Raphael's mug when she thought he wasn't looking.

When asked about it the Morningstar merely smiled and pat the tabletop, "She is sleeping."

"Where?"

"Under the table."

True to his word, when they looked under, there she was sound asleep, curled up on her side with her head resting on her little arm. Lucifer bent low to scoop her up, curling his arms around her as she turned to curl into him in kind, sleeping blissfully on despite the change of position.

He met their looks of disbelief at the calmness about him, "Oh didn't you know? This little one can fall asleep anywhere. Used to be a pain in the butt, let me tell you, but it warms up to you quick."