Gabriel looked between the three of them from over his desk, arms crossed, and something akin to sternness in his gaze as he looked between the three of them. They had gotten into a bit of a brawl out in the front, on the veranda wrapping around the Aerie, and it had been bad enough that some had gone to fetch him from his office. And thus, they had been pulled into the office, where others warned never to be pulled into, and the door closed behind them.
Seemingly, their brawl had first started in the garden, as the three of them were covered in dirt. The two young messengers looked uneasy, fearful even, it had not been the first time they had been pulled into the Messengers office for fighting, in particularly with the other little fledgling. They were antsy, fidgeting with their short robes, nervously looking between their master and the wall behind him.
The Messenger had taken after much of the Healers methods in rearing proteges.
The only one who didn't look nervous despite the precarious situation they found themselves in was the little fledgling of their own, she stood defiantly, arms crossed over her own chest, staring right back at him. She wasn't remorseful, not in the slightest, and was upset that the brawl had been interrupted by the Archangel's stepping in.
"Do any of you have anything to say for yourselves?", when none made any attempt to cut in, he turned to look at their daring little fledgling, "What have we told you about fighting."
She glared daringly right back, and he narrowed his eyes, her shear stubbornness would get her into trouble.
"Not to."
"And why do you continue to do so."
"They started it."
He resisted the urge to heave a sigh, "You don't have to continue it."
She huffed and crossed her arms tighter and he knew there was nothing more he was going to get from her. Her stubbornness knew no bounds. Knowing he was going to get nothing more from her he instead turned to his two young messengers. "Nathanael, Brachial, I've had to deal with this sort of behavior from you two before. Do you recall what I said would happen if it happened again?"
They nodded nervously, clenching at the bottoms of their robes, looking up at him with more remorse then their companion had. They were at least sorry for their wrongs. Perhaps more so because of the repercussion but some remorse was better then none. He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, and finally stood from his seat to step around his desk. Nathanael and Brachial looked nervous at his approach, the rumors they had heard stood with the threat that had been given last time, and he knelt before their own little fledgling first, taking her by the shoulders as he did. Their eyes had locked, she would never break his gaze first, and he knew that he had her undivided attention.
"You go stand yourself in that corner over there until I call you, and you can count on being put to bed early, do I make myself clear?"
She huffed and nodded, turning to pull away from his grip to stand in her corner, she would stand there for maybe two minutes stewing in her anger before it sizzled out and she got upset.
The corner was the best tool they had in their toolbox.
He turned to the young messengers, "As for you two, come with me, we will take this in the next room over.", he guided them out the door with a hand behind each of their necks. By the time they returned all three young angels were in tears; two of them rubbing at their rumps and one reaching for him from the corner. The Messenger lifted the two of them to sit on his desk and stepped over to the corner to pick up the littlest of the three fledglings.
Perhaps next time they would think about fighting with each other.