"I suppose you have questions."
The one called Soraka nodded. "I do. What did you do to me?"
"I saved you from your assailant," Lamb answered simply.
The mortal was visibly confused. "But why? Why would you save me?"
"I do not know, truthfully. I only know that it is not time for your demise, not yet, and that is all I can tell you.
"That's enough questions on your end for now. I have one of my own for you, Soraka."
Soraka looked at her. "What is it?"
Lamb almost hesitated. Almost. She felt that this was a sensitive topic, but it was not in her nature to care. "Who was attacking you?" she asked.
"He… he was a friend," Soraka said in a surprisingly bitter tone for someone with such a soothing voice. "Was."
"Was," Lamb repeated, and Soraka nodded absentmindedly in response.
The two turned to Wolf, who had snorted loudly, almost feeling amused by what he was hearing. "Some friend he was. What'd you do to make him try to kill you?" Wolf leaned in closer to Soraka, his interest now piqued.
Soraka frowned and backed away slightly, uncomfortable with Wolf's close proximity. "He wishes to consume my heart to stabilize his transformation. He wasn't always like that; he was a human before. But now…
"We've both changed for the worst, I suppose," she said with a shrug.
"What a boring story," Wolf whined. "Even the worst of Lamb's stories are more interesting."
"And which tales would those be?" Lamb asked in a dangerously low tone, offended by his comment. Her stories were all very intriguing, thank you very much.
"Uh, nothing," Wolf said as he backed away from her. "I didn't mean anything by that."
Lamb glared at him and sighed. She would chastise him later. She had more important matters at hand.
"Were you a human as well? Before you turned into…" Lamb gestured vaguely at Soraka's entire body, not quite sure how to describe it. She wanted to say it was a satyr, but that wasn't quite right. Not when there was a unicorn horn growing out of its head.
Soraka grimaced. "I was a celestial being, actually, before the incident that damned me with mortality."
That caught Kindred's attention. "A celestial being," Lamb repeated with surprise. "That must be why your name sounded so familiar."
"Do you know Bard?" Wolf asked eagerly, his body shaking with excitement from the new information.
Now it was Soraka's turn to be surprised. It nodded in affirmation to his question. "Yes, I do actually. He's quite a good friend. How do you know him?"
"He gave us our masks and thus, made us Kindred," Lamb explained. "Without them, we were unrecognizable due to a curse placed on us by a vengeful mage. Now, people can know of us and our deeds. While it didn't seem too significant at first, we've learned that it's nice to be recognized for one's work. We are forever indebted to him for it and as a result, we do not intervene when he goes about his business, even when it interferes with our own."
"That's… that's interesting. I'd like to hear more about how you two met him, if you'll indulge me," Soraka requested politely. Bard wasn't the most… sociable companion she had, but the wandering celestial held a special place in her heart.
Lamb hummed thoughtfully. "Very well. I suppose we can entertain you for now, for we have nothing better to do at the moment. Have a seat. This may take us some time."
And so Soraka sat down on the floor, with Wolf almost cuddling by her side.
Almost.
"I love this story."