Dragoncrest Cliffs silk tea

In some aspects of lie, Silkie was a late bloomer. It was just that morning that his eyes had decided to open for the very first time—truthfully, they’d been ready to open several days prior, but he’d only just now figured out how to control the muscles that allowed him to open and close his baby blues. Yet, with other things—such as walking—he was excelling already. The little boy had been rolling and stumbling around days before his eyes opened and, now that he could kind of see where he was going and what he was doing, he was even steadier on his feet.

With burning determination, the fluffy chick weebled and wobbled his way right towards the mouth of the den, eager to see what was out there!