She knew her big brother, big bear, was angry, really really angry, when sparks came from his fingertips, and though it was rarely focused on her, this time she knew for sure it was aimed at her. It had been a mistake, an error in her young judgement, and it had enraged the archangel to the point that his fingertips sparked.
"I'm sorry!"
He advanced on her like a wolf hunting its prey, "Big bear I'm sorry!"
It had been a simple mistake, a simple wound that she should have told him about but she hadn't and it had gotten infected, and now it was so much worse then it should have been. She backed away as he approached, a look of annoyance on his face, anger at the fact that he had told the fledgling to come to him with any injury, multiple times in fact, and yet every scolding he gave when she came to him a week after the event occurred never seemed to set in.
So perhaps there was a firmer hand that was needed.
The healer who had been attending to the fledgling backed away at the Healer's approach, not wanting to get in the way of his query, and despite her injury, the fledgling scurried back as much as she could, anything to get away from the coming archangel.
But she's no match for his stride, no matter how hard she tries to flee, and he scoops her up in a moment. She fights against him, pushing against his chest, despite the pain it shot up her arm from her wounded palm, and he gives her a firm smack to her bottom.
She yelps and sniffs in at the suddenness of it.
"You stop that right now."
There's a harshness in his voice that makes her whine softly, seeming to know where this goes from the tone he uses with her, he turns her to face him, "Do you remember what I said would happen if you kept another owie from me?"
"Big bear, no!"
"Do you remember?"
Akeelah nodded, sniffling pitifully, and her hands flew away from clutching at his robes to cover her small bottom from his big hand.
"No, big bear, no!"
"Akeelah."
She nodded, not moving her hands in the slightest, "You said you'd…you'd…. 'pank me."
"Very good." He nodded, adjusting her in his grip, and she began to fight him again, and thus he tugged on her ear lightly, "You stop that right now. I am well versed in turning injured little ones over my arm and smacking their bottoms, you stop this right now, or I'll turn you over and lift the bottom of that little robe up.
"Big bear please! Nono! Nono!"
He still turned her over his arm, patting her bottom rather harshly, and though it was not too rough it still elicited a round of sobs from the young fledgling. Once his chosen punishment was through, he turned her over again, righting her up, and cuddled her close. She clutched at the front of his robes, burrowing into the folds as much as she could, and he rubbed soothingly at her back.
"Hush now little bear." He rocked her calmly, "It's all done now."
She sniffed deeply, her small shoulders quaking at the force of it, "Hurts big bear!"
Whether it be her bottom or her hand, he wasn't sure, but he comforted her nonetheless. He cupped the back of her head and cooed down to her as he turned to return to his duties.