Him and Abraxos were watching their squadrons spar together when the little one appeared. A little head of wild dirty blonde curls bobbed through the sparing partners towards the duo they had been surveying closely, it was one of those days when they sifted through their squadrons for those that were eligible for promotion in the ranks, and they watched it make it's way through the crowd.

"Momma! Momma!" a little body rams into the back of her legs, little arms winding around her waist, and Sasha softens his stance at the interruption. She turns slightly, looking down at the little one wrapped around her waist, and lowers her fists in surprise. "Lyra?" She turns, kneeling to look her in the eyes, frowning at the tears that shine in her baby's eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be with Papa and Izar?"

The little demigodling sniffles pitifully and jumps forward to wrap her arms around her mother's neck, Akeelah sighs, wrapping her in her arms, as she returns to a standing position. "What happened, baby Ly?"

"H-Hapi di-didn't co-come!"

"Hapi didn't come to your playdate?" Lyra shook her head, tears still dripping from her eyes, sparkling like shooting stars. "N-No, momma, h-he said he di-didn' wa-wanna play w-with a gi-girl, h-he wanna p-play with I-Izar!"

The warrior in training frowned slightly, caressing her daughters cheek, wiping away the tears with gentle fingers. "What did your brother say?" She couldn't imagine that he had taken that sitting down. Lyra and Izar were inseparable, they did everything together, and that included playing with friends during playdates. Her baby girl sniffled rubbing her nose with the back of her right hand. "I s-said it was o-okay 'cause I di-didn't want I-Iz to be sa-sad too." Bless her twins hearts, they were truly too good for this world, she leaned forward and kissed her little nose, Lyra gave her a watery giggle in return to the gesture. "Momma's gonna talk to Horus, okay?" No one made her baby cry. No one.

She spared a glance to her greatest friend, and Sasha nodded at her silent request, she smiled back down to her little daughter. "Do you want to help momma beat up Uncle Sasha?" Lyra smiled, wiping her tears away, and nodded excitedly. She leaned back against her chest when momma turned her around in her arms, her hands curled around her middle, and waved up at her uncle.

Sasha smiled and returned her waved greeting.

Momma's braids rub against her cheek. "Raise your fists up, just like momma showed you." The little fledgling demigod raises her little fists up, into the position of a seasoned warrior in training, and Nisroc smiles at the sight of it, ducking down into his hand to hide it, conveniently having the need to rub at his mouth. "Ready, baby?" Lyra nods, taking on the 'warrior face' that her and her twin brother take up when helping momma and Uncle Sasha train.

"Which hand is your right hand?" she raises a tiny little fist over her head. "This one, momma!" Warm lips kiss her cheek. "Good, baby, right hook into his tummy."

She swings back, and thrusts her fist forward, into his stomach. The punch is a light one, the little thing being the equivalent of a three year old, not much power behind the punch. But Sasha plays it up, he's a very good Uncle and godfather, and gasps an exaggerated gasp, pretending the breath has been knocked from him, bending over on himself.

"Did I get him good, momma?"

"You sure did, baby, you got him so good." She presses another kiss to her cheek. "Which one's you left hand?"

The other fist is thrust in the air. "This one is momma!"

"You're so smart, baby girl." She lifts her slightly, hands under her arms. "Left hook to his cheek." Lyra giggles when she throws her fist, and he spins around dramatically, holding both hands to his left cheek. Sasha makes a show of holding his hands up in surrender when she raises her little fists again, and she giggles brightly. "Sorry for gettin'ya Uncle Sasha!"

"You got me good!" He rubs his cheek playfully. "That one hurt."

"Imma strong girl, Uncle Sasha!"

"You sure are, little Ly." He leaned forward. "Will you kiss it better?" He smiles when the little demigod leans forward in her momma's hold and little warm lips press against his cheek. "Better, Uncle Sasha?"

The male trainee smiles, leaning forward to kiss her cheek in return for her little smooch of love. "I feel much better, little Ly."

He shakes his head fondly, finally taking it as his moment to step in, his trainees need to return to their sparing, even if their interruption is this adorable little demigodling. Nisroc steps forward, arms crossed loosely, and they turn to look up at him as he approaches, Abraxos snickering in amusement behind him.

Lyra smiles up at him brightly, waving a little hand in his direction. "Hi, Uncle Nis!" He smiles and ducks down for her. "Are you interrupting my training, little Ly?"

"Who?" She presses a little hand to her chest in shock. "Me?"

"Yes, you?" He glances at her mother for permission before curling his fingers under her arms and lifting her from her mother's arms. Lyra giggles adorably as he lifts her up, leaning back slightly, to lift her above his head. "It was a trick question. I know you are." He lowers her slightly, kissing the little bit of her belly that's revealed when her small tunic rides up slightly, she giggles brightly and squirms around. He settles her against his front and pokes her nose. "Why don't you come with me for a while until your momma is finished."

Lyra nods happily, previous woes forgotten in their presence. "Okay Uncle Nis!"

The Captain smiles at his two trainees, nodding as they return to their actual sparing match, walking off with the young demigodling sitting on his arm. Lyra sighs softly, resting against his shoulder, her forehead rubbing against the side of his neck, curls rubbing against his ear.

Nisroc pats her bottom softly. "Talk to me, little champion." He bounces her slightly on his arm to rouse her. "Tell Uncle Nis what troubles your little mind."

"Uncle Nis, I'm fun, right?" Her bright starry eyes gaze up at him imploringly, little lip jutted out in a cute little pout, and he chuckles at the sight of it. "Put that little lip away." He pokes her nose and she smiles at him. "I think you're very fun. Why do you ask?"

"Hapi said that girls can' play fun games!"

"Well, this little Hapi doesn't know what he's missing, you're a great playmate to have."

She curls her arm up over his shoulder, smiling as she turns to watch the warriors train as they walk through them, Abraxos making his way back to their side from the other direction. Her curls bounce with every step they make, rub against his cheek when she turns her heard to watch those they walk passed, and she leans upwards to kiss his cheek. "You're a fun playmate too, Uncle Nis."

"What about me?" She turns at the new voice, smiling at her other uncle, he returns the smile as he comes to stand before them. "Am I a fun playmate too?"

Lyra giggles softly and leans forward, fingers curling in Nisroc's tunic as she pushes away from him, and Abraxos turns his head slightly for her to kiss his cheek too. "You're really fun to, Uncle Rax!"