If it ever bothered the older students that the fledgling could mix so well in the classes they had strived to rise to, there were smart enough to never let the foul emotion of jealousy cloud their judgement, word had spread quickly that they were favored by many of powerful stature and it would do no one any good to become enemies of those who stood at her command.

She was often at the front of the class, sitting before the Healer's feet or on the table just over the Messenger's shoulder, or she was spotted at the Choir Master's side or perched upon the Commander's back. Sometimes spotted hanging around the Lieutenants; perched on the Power's shoulders, holding onto the Principalities hand, fingers curled into the Virtue's trouser leg as they walked between the rows, skipping along beside the Grigori as they surveyed them all.

Others had often joked that she was probably the most dangerous fledgling they had in their vast family.

And millennium of watching them from afar made her an apt teaching tool when it came to the classes that each Archangel taught as the younger generation moved forward in their craft training, they never really knew the knowledge she stored in that little braided head of hers from the time she had spent observing the others, she was quite as a mouse when she wanted to be and some never realized she was watching them until she allowed them too.

The youngest of the Virtues in training watched as the fledgling hummed softly to herself, just behind Constantine's left shoulder, sitting on the edge of a medical bed kicking her left leg lightly as she scribbled something on a piece of parchment. She was quite the little artist and she gifted them to those she was in favor with depending on the week.

He clapped his hands together as he concluded his lecture on the healing properties of certain herbs "Now let's see how many of you were paying attention, hmm?" he surveyed the class carefully "Which one of you can tell me all the herbs used in treating burns?" they all exchanged looks and he quirked an eyebrow at them but none made to answer the question, the Virtue hummed in acknowledgement, nodding to them all "Little Akeelah?", the humming stopped and they watched over his shoulder as the little fledgling looked up at the sound of her name "Come here a moment, would you?" she hopped down from the bed she was perched on and came to stand at his side, braids falling over her shoulder as she peered up at him. The mighty Virtue smiled down to the fledgling, honorary among them for bringing the true Healer back to the Infirmary, and lightly touched her nose "Show us what we use to treat burns?" she nodded and stepped forward to the table of assorted herbs all set in special bowls, labeled and prepared for use.

They watched as she surveyed them all, tapping her lower lip with a little finger, pointed at the first one she stopped before and turned to look back at the older angel.

"Aloe?"

She nodded in agreement.

"Very good, what else?"

She picked out three more; Bearburry, Lavender, and Butterbur, turning each time to the Virtue to ensure his agreement and in return he nodded to everyone, resting a hand on her head as she returned to his side silently.

"Very good, little one, and how did you know?"

"Cause I saw you help Zaves when he tried to juggle holy fire."

He smiled at the memory of that particular day; the messenger had been adamant that the Healer is not made aware of his visit and had gone just as quickly as he had come. He hadn't seen him for some time, the Healer had stormed from his office the following afternoon to somewhere he was needed, there was not much that happened in his Infirmary that he didn't know about.

Nisroc knew as soon as he had performed the maneuver for the advanced class, the afternoon was when they tended to the classes directly, that he had lost most of them to the complexity of it and heaved a deep sigh. Behind him the humming of the fledgling reached his ears, and he turned slightly to see her sitting on his cloak leaning against a bench, twisting pieces of grass together as she minded her own. Abraxos and Puriel followed his gaze and exchanged approving glances, nodding in agreement to what he thought of allowing, it was not everyday he allowed the fledgling Power to participate in the teaching of the classes.

"Baby Power, come here for a moment?"

He watched her, the others from over his left side, as she climbed to her feet and kicked the grass from her sandals and hopped to stand at the legendary Power Captain's side. Nisroc curled a hand over the top of her head, smiling down to the fledgling fondly, "Did you see what I just did?"

She nodded at his inquiry, fingers coming up to curl around the belt around his waist, and he smiled again.

"Will you demonstrate what I just taught them?"

The fledgling nodded silently, taking the wooden sword from him when he held it out to her, and he thanked Father that she ignored the disbelieving snorts from the back of the class to which he sent a certain look to the ones who had permitted it to escape them.

They all backed away as the Power fell into his fighting stance, sword grasped loosely in his grip, eyes trained on the little fledgling. Eyes hard, as though in battle, face set into the determination of defeating the opposition. Hardened into the warrior he was; fierce, determined, and fearless.

They watched her just as intently, not believing that a fledgling could hold their own against someone as mighty as the famed Power Captain. Some scoffed when she gripped the wooden hilt with a backwards grip, the blade coming to face her back rather than the front, and she fell into a similar stance to the mighty Power before her.

Abraxos called start, standing to the side, arms crossed loosely in front of him. At his side, Puriel was smiling, a hand curled around his chest, arms crossed over his chest in similar fashion.

The Power knew the fledgling well enough to know that she would not move first, instead staring at him intently with wide hard blue eyes, fingers curled loosely in the same way his were around her own sword's hilt. He moved first, Nisroc spun the sword in his grip, as he was known to do with his own sword in battle and jumped forward fluidly. They waited on bated breath for him to knock the poor fledgling down for daring to think of standing in opposition to him, but she ducked just as fluidly, the wooden sword gliding just over her bowed head, and caught him sharply in the shin with the edge of her own sword, using the advantage of him falling limp at the smarting strike, to climb up from behind. Her feet dug into his sides, wooden sword shoved right up under his chin, little fingers curled around the chin in preparation to pull against the edge of the blade to slice cleanly through the soft skin of his neck.

Puriel was laughing as he called stop to the mock engagement, finding humor in the fact that their Baby member had gotten one up on the Power, Nisroc was known to pull the ferocity of his hits as to not harm the others, but was not known to go easy on them beyond that. If they were gain their win then they were to have earned it.

The class was also amusing to him, those who had snorted in disbelief watched in morbid fascination as the fledgling held the position she had earned herself, those who didn't believe it fair for him to stand against a mere fledgling stared with eyes wide and mouths agape, all in all, it amused him greatly at their astonishment.

Nisroc smiled slightly, despite his position "Very good, Baby Power, lower your weapon." She didn't move though, digging the edge of the sword under his chin a bit more, and Abraxos barked an amused laugh from next to his brother "You know the Baby Power won't let go until you declare her the winner."

The Captain huffed a chuckle and shook his head in his playful uncompromising position in the mock engagement, and instead of giving the declaration of victory to the fledgling, he bent slightly at the waist and reached back to squeeze at her side tightly. The official winner of this engagement shrieked brightly, curling sideways into an awkward position, but dropped her sword from against his neck and released his chin to grab at his wrist instead. He swiftly spun her around, yanking her off his back and around to his front, and returned to his straightened stance. Residual giggles echoed softly from the little thing, as she fell obediently silent again in her new position as he took over the class again.

"How did you know to do that, Baby Power?"

"Cause you do that in fights too and I wanna be a fighter like you too, so I watched."

He smiled in pride at her admission and desire, not commenting on it in front of the class, but would return to it later in the privacy of their Pavilion as they watched the sunset sprawled around their vast open lounging area.

"Now, you all repeat that maneuver until you are sure you can do it in your sleep."

They saluted him as one and spread off, partnering into groups of two, and began to practice what had been demonstrated. Nisroc watched them for a moment, Puriel was still laughing as he and Abraxos stepped up from behind him, stepping away to walk through the class from each side, and the amused Powers clapped him on the shoulders as they passed, before the Captain turned to look down at the fledgling resting back against his chest.

She looked up at him from below, and his arm tightened slightly around her waist, she smiled up at him "I won."

"I will never give you that title as victor."

"It's okay. I know I won. You know I won. And I know you know I won. I'm okay with that."

Nisroc chuckled softly, poking her belly a few times before relenting for the moment, and stepped forward to walk among the class as well.

"Did you have to smack me so hard though?" she giggled softly, fingers curled around his despite the fact he had stopped poking at her adorable pudgy belly, and he smiled again at the sound "I wouldn't have won if I didn't."

"It's not all about winning in mock engagements, you know, it's a learning opportunity."

"It's a chance to win, and I did, your just jealous 'cause you're a loser."

"Do you want me to show them all how I can win against you?"

Akeelah giggled again, shook her head, and leaned up in his arms to kiss the side of his neck, "It doesn't matter that you're a loser 'cause you're always a winner in my book."

"Thank you?"