child-friendly? what's that?

Sericea gazed at Absinth, her acidic eyes widening in a mix of awe and understanding. She sat rooted to her spot, her fluffy, deep red fur bristling in the cold wind that swept the Polar Sound. The young fae's heart swelled as she absorbed every word her mother spoke, each syllable sinking deeply into her consciousness and igniting an unyielding determination within her petite frame. She couldn't help but admire the way Absinth carried herself with regal confidence, exuding strength, power, and a fierce will to survive against all odds.

In the warm, golden light of the taiga sun, her mother's fur shone like a beacon of ivory. Each strand seemed to reflect the struggles and triumphs of her past, with visible scars marking her battles fought and hardships endured. Yet, despite these markings, her mother stood tall and proud, a symbol of strength and resilience. As they sat together in the peacefulness of their home, Absinth spoke of her past, sharing stories of struggle and lessons learned through adversity. With each word, it was clear that her mother's inner strength was just as powerful as her outward appearance. And Sericea admired her for it.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"