clarity for my fuzzy life

Indigo confessed his shortcomings to a wolf he fully considered his grandmother. She had been there nearly his whole life and even if it wasn’t her in his memories it was his aunt Iolaire. As much as his parents raised him he felt like those two wolves were quintessential to his upbringing. Indigo still felt like he hadn’t figured anything out, that even now as he was approaching his second birthday he was a child. Resin offered him a glimpse at the solution to his problems, though Indigo was hardly satisfied with it. Age would help, but even then he would probably struggle throughout his life. Indy looked away as he contemplated the answer and in that moment he realized a lot of things.

There would be no great moment where he suddenly ‘got’ what life had to offer. There was no magic insight that would lift the fog and show him a clear path. The adults in his life didn’t know everything nor did they have it all figured out. They were just going through with the motions and doing whatever they thought was best. Those particular thoughts would take much more contemplation than the moment provided, and he wouldn’t keep his bright blue gaze off Resin for very long.

She agreed to train him further after acknowledging exactly how he felt about the Hallows. He’d made a place here, but he didn’t feel like he truly belonged. ”Thank you,” he added as he struggled with his own uncertainty. He knew where his weaknesses lay, despite his physical strength when it came to mental strength he was much weaker. He needed to work harder on his mask and push his insecurities further and further down.