When the Choir finally reconvened and began spreading the hoy of their music for the others to hear, there was always one who stood out, hoping among those that would stop to watch and listen.
The little thing sung to her own tune, adding her personality to her music, dancing along happily to whatever it was they were sharing.
They needed no conductor, but the Choir Master was always there, making sure they stayed in time and watching for any that needed to step down. He followed the path of the little one hopping about and twirling happily to the beat they produced, carrying the song through the crowd itself.
She always stood out from the others, stopping to hug the three Powers, high fiving a few messengers taking a break to listen, dancing around others and between them all.
Her love for what they did was evident in everything she did as they continued, it was her comfort zone, what she loved to do.
It was clear to the others as to why she was named the pride and joy of the Choir, why she was the obvious favored of the Choir Master. She spread joy in her voice, happiness in the way she twirled, others couldn't help but smile when they saw her.
She was an outcast among fledglings, preferring to wander on her own instead of clinging to the presence of the others, she was adventurous and enjoyed spending time with the mighty archangels. Unlike her fellow fledglings, she wasn't terrified of them, she enjoyed hanging from their shoulders or perching upon them. She stood out among them all for her strength despite her age and just how forgiving she was to those who showed her the right path.
Meanies were still treated in similar fashion as before.
Little Akeelah was different from other fledglings. Her flock mates were Archangels. She had the strength of the Power's at her call, who would happily declare war on anything for her happiness and wellbeing, as she had their Chief wrapped around her finger. Not to mention the Commander.