No Rest For the Wicked

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The next several weeks were as normal as they could be for the likes of Shuule.

One grew every day, every morning Shuule waking up feeling as though he looked more and more like the noble bird he would eventually be. They were still a month at least away from him being able to even attempt to fly, even if he had the boldness to. It simply was a waiting game for his first set of flight feathers to come in.