Driftwood Shore
The moment that the tower that acted as a living and breathing monument to Ara had collapsed- heaven was sent into a state of panic. Angels were running around in horror, much akin to chickens without heads. How the planet's face split which caused the continent to break into fragments- you could watch from the garden how the earth sunk into itself- angels flocking off of the dying land or angels flocking in to try and "fix it."
No angel was equipt to deal with this situation, it wasn't supposed to happen.
There was chaos and there was noise, so much of it. Gabriel was running from the sandbox just to take a look out into the port- just as many angels have been doing, observing. He shoved his way past just to get a clear look, however that was found to be faulty as there were angels coming in, so many. There were cries, chatter, dissonant voices squawking and screaming to clear the way- or to move out. Of course Gabriel was too scattered to even pay mind to it, there was this rattling sensation that wracked his entire being- just looking at the discord around him. There were angels who had been on Arcaia just before the fall- being pulled up onto the floating mass of land. Blue spilling from their wounds and feathers burnt, feathers ripped out- wings torn.
That wasn't supposed to happen. Angels were never supposed to get hurt.
They reeked of smoke, they reeked of this sticky sweet smell. Gods- there was blue everywhere. Thank goodness there were the cherubs on standby, although this was an occurrence that never before has happened, the sheep and rams went on anyways, directing and guiding the next few steps just to bring about a sense of harmony. It made sense, it was their job. Even though they were terrified but it didn't matter. It was still sickening though. Gabriel stumbled on to ask one of the frantic satyrs what had happened. He didn't see what happened- he never got the chance to, so to be met with "Arcaia had been attacked" was mind-bending. "What do you mean?" "The tower, it's gone." It was a near croak of a cry, they shook their head and moved past Gabriel, who stood, wide eyed.
The moment that Raphael had been pulled up from the drop site, Gabriel had just nearly caused him to topple back out. The fact that the healer was drenched in blood that was not his own was the thing that concerned the messenger the least. Hell, Raphael hadn't even been able to get a single word in, not like it would have mattered since there was already so much noise buzzing in the air. How his older brother gripped him, his grasp and hold: tight. Clutching the taller angel as if he were to disappear at any moment, his head was buried in the chest of the younger angel, at any instance this would be embarrassing but Raphael was more taken aback than anything. He was still- processing what had happened in the first place.
It was like his mind and body were disconnected as the panic that was all around him was just barely reaching himself. I mean, he was on the planet as this all unfolded, it was a miracle that he came out unscathed, not a single wound, but the fact that he was covered in blood that was not his own told of a different story. It wasn't just blue blood, it was red, it was black. Amongst the scrambling, Gabriel simply hugged his brother, not wanting to let go. It was odd, however, it wasn't heard considering how loud everything was- but he was apologizing.
Quiet little apologies.