They lay in the garden together, just the two of them, watching the stars raining across the sky. A meteor shower that they were the audience for, oh-ing and aw-ing at the beauty of it.
A little finger points at a rather bright one trailing through the sky over him, "Gabe!" the Messenger shifts under her "Look at that one!"
"Wow!" he pointed up at another one, "Look at that one there!"
They watched them raining above them, a rainbow of fire flying above them, it was beautiful to witness. The Messenger rubbed a hand over her back, where she's curled up against his side, her head tucked under his chin. Her curls tickle his cheek and he smiles at the little one so close to his heart, he's always been closest to the fledglings, it was him who taught them to fly when they were old enough to learn.
He was smitten with the fledgling, "You have to make a wish, little nugget."
"I gotta make a wish?"
"When you see a shooting star you have to make a wish." He brushes his fingers over her eyes, and they close, "You got to close your eyes, first," he pulled her closer to him, "And you have to make your wish. Think hard on it now. It's got to be a good one."
She nods, her face twisting in concentration, and he knew her mind was reeling with her wish on the next shooting star, and he smiles at her determination and concentration, and kisses her nose when her eyes finally open.
"Did you make your wish?"
The fledgling nods up at him, cuddling closer, her head cushioned on his chest, "I wished for you guys."
"You did?"
"Yep."
He scratches at her head, under her curls, and she sighs in comfort "What did you wish?"
"Can't tell ya," she yawns, her eyes focused back on the stars raining above "Won't come true."