little bird

Mortis backed up at her direction, giving her space. His wings hung loosely by his side as he sat across from his mother. “If you got carried away by a vulture. I would find a way to fly.” he promised her. And besides, his dad would probably throw him off a cliff himself, if he thought it might get Zee back. Mort had no illusions at who had first place in Seer’s heart.

“You know dad’s told me the story of how you beat him like… five… ten times?” Mortis teased, swatting at the older woman as she got to her feet. He didn’t see Seer’s sweet side as much as Zee, Asla or Indy did. He showed strength to Azure, and a tinge of disdain to his weaker first born. But he still loved his old man anyway.