Lyre liar

“Raphael where have you been? Gah— clean up after yourself, you look like you’ve been fooling around in the bushes again.” 

First snapping and then sighing, the oak-haired messenger looked up upon his younger brother with a look of disapproval. To his dismay, the taller of the duo had some grass and leaves stuck to his robe, even in his hair. He’d been untimely with coming back up to heaven, seeing as how the rest of the fleet already had flown up.“Let's go, we’re as late as can b… wheres your lyre?” Assisting his brother with patting him down, the healer waves his wings slightly, some blades of green falling out, though from this question he’d gone tight-lipped. It wasn’t because he’d been getting involved with humans in that way again, no actually he’d been- watching. 

A particular one had— found his instrument where he left it for just a moment to attend to the pillars and when he came back he didn’t have the heart to pluck it from them. They were fiddling with the strings, observing it then the discovery of the sound. The archangel was captivated not by the sound- surely he could play better in miles, but the will for these entities to learn, and so quickly too with their lifespan…

“A-Ah we should just go, I can make another one.”