"Micha, can I show you something?"
The mighty Archangel turned to look up from his book he'd borrowed from the Healer, humming in acknowledgement as he marked his place and gave the fledgling his attention, the little one stood a tad nervously before him. Playing with the hem of the bottom of her robes, she peered down at him inquisitively, as though wondering on if she should stay or run away before he got the chance to answer.
"Of course, little one."
Akeelah nodded slightly, nervously, and reached into her robe for something that she kept hidden from him. She sat, lowering herself to sit upon her folded legs, just before him and he shut the book to set to the side as she did. Her little hand slowly withdrew again, fingers curled around something tightly.
"I…Um…. I found it…. The day after the day….and I took it…."
Michael tilted his head in confusion, eyebrows quirking in wonder, "Found what, little star?"
She nodded quickly and looked down to her closed fist, before thrusting it out to him. His large hand came to rest under hers, as though he knew that's what she wanted of him, and his breath caught when she finally opened her fist and it fell into his hand.
Back when it had been just the four of them, growing in The Garden with their Father, before the dawn of Adam and Eve, before any of the fighting, they had each crafted a piece to remind the other of the flock they belonged to. Lucifer had crafted him a star, melded to a piece of chain, a pendant, as he had helped in creating the stars.
The Morningstar had torn it off when he'd held him over the edge, during that day, and he thought it lost forever. And all this time his sneaky little Choir Fledgling had had it with her in secret. He stared down at it in wonder, not sure what to say, words having been pulled from him at the sight of it.
"Please don't be mad. It took me a while to learn how to fix it. I had to use some of my grace though you guys always tell me not to unless you're there to watch."
"Be mad?", he curled his fingers around the star, feeling the cool remnant of grace pulse through his hand, and he looked up to her with misty eyes "I cannot be mad at you for this, little star. I had thought it lost in The Fall and to have it back means more to me than words can express."
She smiled at him, leaning forward to pat his fist with her little fingers, "It's really pretty."
"Indeed, it is, here,", he leaned forward himself, reaching his hands up and around her neck, clasping the chain behind and pulling the star to rest down on her belly. It was much too big for her, something she would surely grow into, as it was made for him in mind, but he could think of no one better to pass it to then their little fledgling "You can have it. I give it to you." He touched a finger lightly to the star and it glowed a soft amber as he left a piece of grace in it, the amber swirled with icy silver and it cast a wonderous hue "You will always have a piece of me and your master with you now. It shows you have family no matter where you may be. You will always have a home to return to when you are lost."
Akeelah looked down at it, her little mouth hanging open in surprise, and lifted the hallow star with both hands watching as the pieces of both graces swirled together.
"Thank you, big brother."
"Always, baby sister, you are always a part of me."