You were the youngest of all Bishops, The Bishop of Emotions.. But you were much different from your siblings.

You were the exact opposite of your Crown. A sweet little creature who was always excited and never emotional in the way one would think. You danced around and helped the Lamb with anything they might've needed. Which is how you ended up in front of your siblings..

Who were not very happy with you settling so quickly into this mortal life. Shamura was sitting in front of you, while you stood. Narinder was slumped on one of the chairs, seconds away from asking if he can go back to his hut. Leshy was making Amulets for his new boytoy Joon and Heket was standing beside Shamura.. Kallamar was reading in the corner. It was a book of a language which had not been spoken in many years.. Something about old faith.

“Sibling..” The Spider spoke, giving you a look over with that calm expression of theirs, "You must have gathered some information on The Lamb. We are aware you are.. Happier then most, but.. You are not truely happy to be confined to such a form."

From his chair, Narinder grumbled something about ‘useless siblings’ and ‘insolent vessel’. Shamura ignored them..