When the choosing day came to pass, they all waited on bated breath for a glimpse of the grown charge that had been taken by the archangels, of course, they were there for the choosing too, but most wanted to catch sight of the youngling that was so rarely seen these days.

Four thrones sat erect in the center of the Heart Hall, a smaller throne between the third and fourth, each designed with their occupant in mind.

The crowd clapped respectfully when the oldest stepped before them all, silver armor adorned his chest, leather trousers, and boots knotted perfectly. His bright blue eyes surveyed the crowd around them, a mixture of creatures, Heaven having opened its gates to the other cultures of the world, though it was usually only the Egyptians that took their invitation to heart and joined in on the gathering, Anubis was at the front of the crowd, with Thoth and Osiris, dressed in his ceremonial garb for the special occasion.

Michael nodded before the crowd, sitting in a throne of flame and obsidian stone, leaning back against the rest as he draped his arms down both arm rests. He looked as though he was sitting in a leisure manner, but maintaining his regal appearance despite the comfort, a skill only some possessed. Behind him, came his Legion, standing at ease at his side, hands resting on the hilts of their swords, their captain standing at attention as though waiting for an order to be given.

After him came the Healer, adorned in flowing emerald robes, his staff in hand, Raphael stepped out before the crowd gathered. He pointed a finger of warning at the one that whistled at his appearance, Anubis took the rebuff as though it was some joke, and he whistled again as the third born of Heaven sat in a throne of stone and greenery. He set his staff to lean against the right side of his throne, as he himself leaned rather heavily on the left, on arm holding him up on the arm rest, the other resting across his lap. His legion coming to stand at his shoulder, resting, his captain waiting for an order to be spoken.

Behind the Healer, came the Messenger, in a loose-fitting tunic, brown trousers, and high dark boots. His set his horn to hang on the edge of his throne as he stepped around to sit in the throne of marble and gold, spreading his legs and slouching as he made himself comfortable in his seat, these proceedings could take some time and if he had to sit through them he would be comfortable while doing so.

There was only one left, the one who would bring the grown charge out for them all to see, her original master and guardian.

They all turned to watch as a boot stepped out of the curtain behind them, the Morningstar making his appearance, dark boots coming to his knees, over gray trousers and a loose-fitting ice blue tunic. The fingers of his left hand were curled around the staff of his trident, and his left arm was curled up, multiple breaths were taken in the crowd as his companion stepped out beside him.

The fingers of her left hand were curled delicately over his left arm as he lead her over the platform. They stared at her in awe, adorned in a long flowing toga, white fading into light blue, a silver belt cinching around her waist. Knee high silver sandals peaked out through the slit on the left side of the shirt. Long curls draping down her back, bright starry eyes watching the crowd nervously, the archangel leaned down to whisper in her ear and she nodded, seemingly reassured as he guided her to sit in her throne and he sat in his throne of ice.

Michael leaned to the side, his captain stooping to his level, and something was shared between them that had the captain moving from his post at his archangels side to stand behind the growing youngling.

Once he was stationed, the Viceroy raised his hand for the choosing class to step forward, and they all turned to watch as they did so, shivering with nerves, and stepped before the four archangels that would lead them to their chosen duty.

The choosing was a long and tedious process, and the youngling found herself eventually leaning over on her arm instead, waiting for the process to be complete. At the end of the choosing they celebrated, some danced at the center of the room, others mingled at the sides, and this was her first choosing day that she was allowed to walk among the gathered crowd.

The end of the choosing came after some time, but Michael's raised hand called it to an end at long last, and he turned to respond to something that was said from the Morningstar. The Messenger and Healer had long since started a conversation, and when the young lady peered over her shoulder to spy on the Power standing as sentry behind her she took note of his distraction in the form of Haniel calling something out to him, and with her freedom in sight, she ducked and jetted into the crowd.

There was one standing at the back of the hall, out of the sight of the others, and he smiled at her approach.

"Khonsu."

She threw herself at him, and his arms encircled around her tightly, hugging her close, "Akeelah."

They pulled away from one another and smiled, standing at arm's length, the Egyptian smiled to his companion.

"Can I have this dance?"

The angel smiled, peering over her shoulder for a moment, the captain had noticed her missing and had interrupted the conversation between the two eldest archangels, she turned to smile at the older being and nodded.

"Not here."

She took his hand, their fingers intertwining, and she led him from the Heart Hall into the silence of the night. They walked down the empty Axis, peering up at the stars above them, at the glowing moon that illuminated their passage. She led him to the solitude of the garden, beyond the tree line, into the clearing where the moon shined the brightest and the stars sparkled like diamonds in the sky. They stood in the middle of the clearing, the light of the moon illuminating them in it's soft glow, and they both looked up to gaze upon it and the stars, before returning their gazes to each other.

Stepping apart, Khonsu bowed deeply, holding out his hand, "May I have this dance?" Before him, Akeelah giggled softly and curtsied, "I would be honored." Taking his hand delicately, her fingers curling over his, and his closed around hers only just as he stood up straight. They both stepped closer to the other, the fingers of her free hand curling delicately over his shoulder, and his curling around her lower back.

They were flush together, pressed close, and he let her lead as they twirled around the moonlit clearing. They danced as fluidly as the wind, his hands coming to curl around her waist as he lifted her above him in a twirl, and she spread her arms wide as he spun her around. When he set her to her feet, they stayed in place, his hands curling behind her, chest to chest, staring into each other's eyes, and they swayed in a gentle slow circle.

The only noise in the clearing was their hearts beating, it drowned out everything else in their ears, the crickets and soft whistle of the wind fell silent to their hearing as they stared at one another. He leaned down, to press his forehead to hers, and she tilted her head upwards to meet his gaze once more.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you."

Silence hung over them for a moment, staring into the other's eyes, and then they leaned closer. Her lips were soft, and his were warm, as they pressed together gently under the stars and pale moonlight. Butterflies fluttered in both of their bellies, as his right hand slowly lifted to cradle the back of her head and hers curled around his shoulders, a passionate moment passing between them both.

A moment for breath, "I have missed you my Star."

"I missed you too my Moon."

Their lips met again, both of his hand cradling her cheeks, when the sound of a sword being pulled from it's sheath pulled them apart. They had been found, by the Captain, who had led the four archangels to their secret meeting place, the oldest archangel held his sword at the Egyptians neck.

"Back away from her and I may spare you."

Akeelah pushed herself in front of the other "Micha, don't—" he spared her a heated glare, "Be silent, Akeelah." She shook her head and stepped forward, knowing he would not strike her with the sword, "Micha please—" He roughly pulled her behind him, casting a heated glare in her direction as he did, and she stumbled into the Morningstar behind him "I said, be silent."

There was little for her to do, as a hand curled over her shoulder, and she could only watch as her oldest brother banished Khonsu from their home, cursing him should he ever return, and their eyes met for a brief moment. Tears burned in her eyes as he smiled at her, a sad smile, in parting and she yanked herself free from her old guardian's hold as the Egyptian disappeared from sight, her fingers closing around thin air.

The burning tears spilled over and she stifled a cry, faintly hearing the swoosh as a sword was returned to it's sheath, and a hand barely ghosted over her shoulder before she whirled to face him, them, face them all.

"You ruined it!" tears spilled from her eyes as she stood where he had stood only moments ago, "You ruined it!"

"He had no right—" the eldest stepped forward as if to take her into his arms, and she shoved him away from her rather harshly, the elders rather surprised at the unexpected aggression.

"You—You—You RUINED it!"

"I did what must have been done." Michael's voice held no remorse for his doings, and he gestured for her to follow, "You are not to see him again."

There was a sharp intake of breath from the others when the slap echoed through the clearing, eyes wide as the oldest archangel slowly raised his hand to touch his cheek, all eyes captured by the youngling that had dared strike the oldest among them. Michael knew he should be furious, as he pressed a few fingers to his stinging cheek, but his astonishment at the action won out on that emotion as he stared at her in surprise.

"I'm—I'm not a fledgling anymore." Tears continued to spill from her eyes, and she rubbed then away angrily with the back of her hands, "I'm allowed—allowed to kiss people!" she threw her hands up in aggravation and distress, "You ruined it!"

She pushed passed him, through the ones that had gathered behind him, and ran from the garden. They watched her as she disappeared into the darkness of the trees. They all turned to follow her, wherever she may go, but they were stopped by the Grigori that had accompanied them.

Kokabiel scoffed at them in disapproval, "Men." She shook her head, "She is not a fledgling any longer, she is allowed to be with others, allowed to love." She poked each archangel in the chest, the oldest especially so, "You need to learn when to let go."

"She is too young!" even the Morningstar was on the side of his oldest brother, eyes staring at the darkened tree line that his young charge had disappeared into, "She is barely of age."

The female Grigori nodded in agreement, but there was something else to her words as she spoke them, "She is still young, yes, but she is no longer a fledgling. She is a warrior in training and can take care of herself. A young lady now, you need to let her spread her own wings, it's when she falls that you be there to pick her up." She gave a soft sigh, a smile lighting her features, "I think it's rather romantically poetic."

The Healer turned to her in curiosity "How so?"

Kokabiel smiled up at him, "She is the angel of stars, creates them from her fingertips, and he is the Egyptian god of the moon." There was a soft sigh as she tilted her head, "They are perfect for each other, if you ask me."

"It is hard to imagine her as anything other then the small fledgling that we had raised."

She squeezed the oldest archangels upper arm lightly, "But you must, or you run the risk of driving her away, she is no longer a fledgling."