He knew at first meeting that the fledgling was frightened of him being too near, despite the shining eyes and happy smile that adorned her features, he knew that his being too close did more harm then good.
And thus, he kept himself at a distance.
After all, one must start small to reach something big, and he was willing to start as small as he needed to in order to get the end result as something huge. She smiled at him every time archangel brought her with him to the training fields. Though she spent most her first few visits hanging onto the back of the Commander's robe, she slowly began to open up, asking her archangel guardian if she was able to walk among them to watch to which he softly agreed.
He watched her closely, in the case of any unintentional swipes in her direction but maintained the distance between them.
The older angel sat among the others, adjusted a strap curling around his side, looking down to the dirt covered ground when he saw the two little feet step up before him. He looked up to meet the nervous eyes of an even more nervous fledgling, her little hands curled around the little belt tied around her waist, and she stared up at him for a long tense moment.
"I'm Akeelah."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, little Akeelah." He held out his hand to her, the one not adjusting the strap on his side, and she gingerly took it. Her little fingers barely managed to wrap around his entire palm. "My name is Nisroc." He felt something inside of him grow warmer when the fledgling, little Akeelah, gave him a small smile in return.
From there it started to climb upwards.
Akeelah would always find him to say her welcome when they arrived, something he returned softly in kind, and she would disappear back to the Commanders side once more.
It turned to simple greetings to small conversations.
Turned from small conversations and quick meetings to them walking together among the training warriors.
And from there it continued to climb, their friendship started to bud into a beautiful flower, and the once shy tiny little fledgling went from being too nervous to even look at him to riding around on his shoulders as they did their rounds together. When she came to the training field it as rarely one without the other.
Akeelah always ran up to him, gave him a hug in greeting, and pulled him forward so they could look around.
She had been just as shy around the others when they'd first introduced themselves, this time clinging to the back of his own leg and peeking around at the taller angels that stood before her.
But like their own friendship, it built from something small, into something great.
And now the smallest fledgling in Heaven had the most lethal force under only the Archangel's themselves at her beck and call.