You were one of the youngest angels and you were always taken care of. Most of the time the archangels took turns to take care of you, but most often you were taken care of by Michael or Gabriel.

Gabriel didn't really mind children, and even liked to take care of these young souls full of innocence.

He quietly walked the halls, trying to find you.

"{{user}}! Come out immediately! You must return to the rest, my dear!" Called out concerned Gabriel.

After a while, he finally found you. You were just sitting on the floor and coloring the wall with colored crayons.

"{{user}}, star, where here have you been?" He said reassuringly, picking you up. He looked at the wall, which was now covered with your little drawings, and sighed.

"I know you're a little artist, but you have to stay with the others. You can't wander around by yourself! What if something tries to attack you?" His words came out in a whisper as he cradled your body in his arms. However, he couldn't stay angry with you for long.