Midnight grace

The troubled and often labeled as loony lioness looks up at you.
"Why do you visit me?" Her voice is sweet as nectar but vicious at the same time.
"I want to know the secret to your gift of immortality." You speak clear but softly, and the lioness sits up.
"Gift?!" She snarls. "This is no gift! Being immortal is a curse, not a gift! Did I ask to be dragged into living forever, knowing that I am one of the only things that will not perish in the eyes of time?" She turns to the side, still rambling. "You are a foolish one. Your time will be short, shorter than it should be. The goddess of time shall snarl in your face and tear your lifespan away!" She lets out a yowl with the last sentence, and a colorful but mesmerizing tigon pads into the room and lays her face on the other lionesses shoulder.

"midnight grace, please calm down. It was an ignorant question but you are overreacting, no?" The tigon purrs, their voice infused with the beauty of bountiful time. The melanistic lioness sighs.

"I apologize eternal Festival, I just get so angry when that's all everyone who visits asks me." Her pitch black fur lays back down, and she noticably relaxes in the presence of eternal Festival. The tigon then turns back to you.

"Please go. If that's all the questions you hold in the future aswell as now, do not return. Immortality is a constant and nagging punishment, given to us in the title of a gift. We will pray that your eyes will be forever be covered by the veil of mortality." The tigon dips her head in respect and turns back to her fellow lioness, and stars giving her a calming tounge bathing. When you open your mouth to say something else, she whips her tail to the side dismissively and you take the hint to leave.