Being so young and so dearly loved, it was no difficult matter for her to get the oldest two beings in creation to play with her in the garden, all she must do is ask and flutter those bright little eyes and they were like putty in her hands. She swung herself between their hands as they walked side by side to the garden, mind filled with joy at all the games that they could play with all the time they had to enjoy their time together.
Michael and Lucifer humored her, swinging her back and forth, and talk good naturedly among themselves. They nod to the Gardener as they enter the garden, where all angels frequent when not spending their day of leisure in the Heart Hall, and he waved back in good humor, excited at the fledglings excitement.
"What do you want to play, little star?"
She giggled and jumped around to stand in front of the oldest archangel, "Mouse!"
"You want to play cat and mouse?"
The little fledgling nodded excitedly, and the two oldest archangels chuckle as they exchange looks, nodding in unison, "We will play with you, little one." Michael covered his eyes and Lucifer knelt to her, "We'll close our eyes and count while you run and hide."
She giggled and nodded, running in the other direction, running to hide in the threes. Michael chuckles and opens his eyes, turning to meet the gaze of his younger brother, "She is just like you, you used to love playing this game too, when you were younger."
"Can you not bring that up?"
"Why?" the archangel was amused, "Are you afraid I'll turn these tables on you?"
"Michael."
"You know I can make you squeal like that little fledgling does that we so care about."
He blushed, covering his face with his hands, and the oldest archangel chuckles. Turning to look at the trees.
"Do you think we've waited long enough?"
Lucifer seemed to enjoy the change in conversation, and nodded to his older brother, as they both set off in search for their young fledgling. It wasn't hard for them to track her down, but they play it up, if only to amuse her at their game of cat and mouse, but they knew she was up in the tree they circle around. She makes not a sound, not even the smallest of little peeps, and they had no doubt that she would make one heck of a warrior when she grew older. She excelled at nearly everything they all taught her, but they knew she loved the fight, loved being able to defend those that needed defending. But for now, they play, putting those skills of agility to the test with their playful or cat and mouse, and let her have her small amount of victory until they decide to call it. Lucifer makes to distract her, looking about the tree, while Michael stands behind the tree and he opens his own pearl white wings and holds himself up above the ground to snatch the fledgling from her hiding spot.
She squeals as he burrows into her neck and whispers 'Caught you' curling up despite her position in his arms, fingers curling into his light blue tunic, and he chuckles as he lowers himself to the ground. She giggles at the sight of the white feathers and reaches over his shoulder for them, "Do you like my wings, little star?"
The fledgling nods, and he pulls one around to stroke over her cheek, to let her run her fingers through the white feathers, and she coos at the feeling of them. He chuckles at her excitement, nodding over her shoulder, at the familiar coolness that fell over her from behind, "What of your beloved Luci's?"
She turned to look, at the large snowy rose-gold feathers that brushed over her cheek too, and she giggled sweetly, reaching out for the rosy feathers and he gladly let them run over her cheek again and reached out a wing to allow her to run her fingers through the soft feathers.
"I like your feathers too, Luci."
"Thank you, my little one."
Michael rubbed at her little shoulders, "Can we see your little wings, little star?"
She nodded, closing her eyes to concentrate, having not learned to call on them willingly just yet with an air of ease. Her wings unfolded, a beautiful starry galaxy of feathers, and her little feathers ruffled in the wind, and they both reached out to run their fingers through her feathers in similar way she had done to theirs.
A little mew escapes her, and she curls into his shoulder, her little wing reaching out at the light stroking, and they exchange a fond smile as the petting comes to a stop.
"We've caught the little mouse, whatever should we do now?"
"I think I want to give these teeny little wings a bit more attention."
The oldest archangel nodded in agreement, walking forward to the spot they had arrived in, and sat among the grass, leaning over her shoulder lightly, "Can I play with your pretty little wings?"
"How?"
She looked back at him in curiousness, and he kissed her neck playfully until she was giggly again, "Want me to show you?"
The fledgling nodded curiously, and squeals when he digs his fingers lightly into the flesh of her little adorable wings, tugging away from him instantaneously, but he's got her caught and catches her around the waist to pull her back to him.
"Wait now, I want to try something new, I haven't done this since the Messenger had been a little fledgling." He secured her with an arm curled around her waist, and holds a little wing open for easier access, eyeing the little appendage closely, before burying his face into the mass of little silky feathers, found the flesh underneath, and pressed a single kiss to the little wing. She giggles brightly, shrieking a loud delighted shriek when he blows softly into her wing, and she struggles to yank his arm away.
He gets one more raspberry in and lets her scramble away for the proverbial safety of her choir master's lap.
Though he's just as playful as his oldest brother is, and she finds herself laying between them, curled up in the soft grass, as they allow themselves to play with her little wings.