One of the first things that came from moving in with four attentive guardians was the need of asking for permission before doing anything, something that came harder than anything they experienced since taking in a fledgling who had since raised herself since the beginning of the war.
Asking for permission was something that was enforced with corner time, and corner time was despised by the free-spirited fledgling, the perfect punishment for the fledgling that loathed being alone.
The first for Michael had been on the training field, while he was discussing the newest third year class with his Captain, when their conversation was interrupted by the tug on his trousers. Little bright starry eyes peered up at him with inquiry in her eyes, "Micha, can I please go practice with the wooden swords?"
He met the amused eyes of his Captain and gives a nod, "Yes, you may go practice with the wooden swords." He pets her head and chuckles when she hugs his leg, "Thank you, big brother!"
They watched as the fledgling scampered off to join the youngest classes, "Sir, excuse my bluntness, but you are so smitten by that fledgling."
His hand shot out and caught the Power above his highest rib, eliciting a soft shriek from him and he jumps away quickly, "It wouldn't be the first fledgling I'd find myself smitten with, would it little warrior?"