Drop Bear Attack

He sniffled a little as the elder woman pulled him close, tucking him against her. Not many could make Mort feel small again, but Resin managed it. He could still tuck against her side, wings folded down. Sometimes, he felt like he was surrounded by imps.

He let out a soft breath, relaxing against her, and closed his eyes. It made it easier to speak, that way. “Azure’s always had it out for me, even before we were heirs. Asla struggles to understand me. Mum is scared for me” after his suicide attempt, he understood that one. “Somehow, me and Indy never ended up close. Dad seemed to swap between… contempt and pride for me. I know he hates my goof act. Maybe that’s why I do it. I’m sick of trying to make him proud, and not matching up to Azure. I’m just… I'm sick of all of it. I’ll never be as good or as like any of them. I’ll never fit in. sometimes, trying just really… really sucks.”