Living Among Giants

by Monkeygirl77

She was adopted into the fold of Archangels and now she's learning how to be a fledgling again after the end of the war. She's got plenty of older angels to show her the way though. A new set of Guardians, a new home, and a present Parent, she's living among giants now.

317. Healers Charge

"Zaveriel."

The fledgling tenses at the call of his name in that sort of tone, it's a tone he's familiar with, it's the one he gets when he's in trouble, and he hasn't even done anything too bad this time.

"Turn around, Zaveriel."

Slowly, the fledgling turns, hunched over on himself and tense, as though he believes he stands a chance if he decides to make a break and run for it. He'd never managed to outrun the Healer in his own Infirmary, but he still tries, it'll happen eventually.

He slowly looks up to face his guardian, and points a finger at himself, the Healer is amused at the action and nods his head. "Yes, you." He wags his finger, gesturing for him to come, and he does so begrudgingly. "Come here." He takes the Healers hand when its held out for him.

"What did I say would happen if you ever disrupted another when they were tending to someone, again?"

"Rapha no!" The little one quickly steps back, letting go of his older brothers hand, and reaches back to cover his bottom. "No-No!"

"We are just walking, little one." The archangel bends and lifts him up on his arm, settling him against his front, and continues on walking. "You normally listen to my warnings." He pats his small bottom. "Why not this time?"

Zaves looks up at his guardian. "You been too busy for me, Rapha!" he pouted and leaned forward. "You don't play with me no more!"

He has been rather busy as of late, choosing his Captain, training new students, perhaps he has neglected his duty as a guardian to his fledgling charge.

"I have neglected you, haven't I?"

"I play all by myself, Rapha!"

Raphael chuckles, leaning forward quickly to kiss the tip of his nose, and the fledgling giggles as he scrunches up his face. "Then we shall spend the day together and play as many games as you'd like."

Zaveriel's eyes go wide. "Rapha play with me all day!" and throws his arms around the archangel's neck. "You the best!"

He nods at the fledglings excitement, turning for his newly elected Captain, bouncing the fledgling on his arm lightly. "Oren, I trust you will cover things here for me?"

The Virtue Captain nods in assurance. "I've got things here. Go spend time with little brother."

Nodding at his confirmation, the archangel turns to walk them down the steps from the Infirmary, and tickles at his side playfully. "What shall we play first?"