These broken wings

As Mort stretched out his wing, his feather's tickled the girl, bringing a soft giggle from her maw. It wasn't long before her brother shared his worries and doubts with her. Asla's brow furrowed. Why would he think this way? She didn't know what had happened between Mortis and Azure. Neither of them seemed to want to talk about it and Asla would respect their privacy. When they were ready to talk about it, she would be there to listen with open ears.

The question that Mort posed broke the girls heart. She wanted so badly to fix whatever had hurt her winged sibling and wash the trouble from his mind. "If you're not a Fatalis, then neither am I." She leaned into him, one foreleg wrapping around his. "You're meant to be here, big brother. Just like the rest of us." The girl nuzzled her siblings cheek. "You don't bring ruin. To me, you bring comfort, safety, peace. I'd be lost without you." Couldn't he see how much he meant to her? "Mortis, I would burn down the world for you." She grinned, giving her brother a soft nudge. "I'd only do that for someone I love. I'd only do that for a Fatalis."