Michael snorted, despite the aloof appearance he tried to maintain around others, when he entered the training fields at the beginning of the day and saw his favored fledgling weaving little flowers into his Captains hair. He sat before her, under her place perched upon the bench of course, still as he could be as she worked her way through his dark locks.
"Nisroc, I fear my fledgling is making you soft."
The Power Chief snorted out loud, shaking his head slightly only to be rebuffed by the fledgling for doing so, and turned to look at him instead from the corner of his eye.
"Sir, with all due respect, you are wearing a flower crown yourself."
"Ah, yes, I want to see how many try and point it out."
Nisroc snorted again, thanking the fledgling when she pushed against his shoulders upon finishing her weaving, and stood from the dusty ground. He lifted her easily from the bench, fingers curled around her wrist, the back of her hand pressing to his palm, when she reached to be lifted and he swung her up onto his shoulders.
"She asked nicely."