child-friendly? what's that?

Xairo watched as his mother walked over to each of them, her tail swishing in a steady rhythm. He flicked his own tail in annoyance, his ears flattening against his head as Absinth's words echoed in his ears. He already knew he was strong, there was no doubt in his mind. But to hear his mother speak so openly about her struggles, her strength, and her expectations for them, it added another layer of resolve to his determination. He could feel the weight of her history, the depth of her scars, and the price of her accumulated power hanging heavy in the air.

But underneath it all, there was an undercurrent of warmth, a fierce and protective love born out of struggle. As Absinth moved on to his siblings, Xairo felt a pang of jealousy. He found himself wanting more of her attention, more of her approval. But at the same time, he knew that it was this very distance that triggered his desire to prove himself, to claw his way up over every obstacle just as she had done.

"Xairo Saxe"