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Originally Posted by
The Narrator
A gust of wind sweeps through the stables, stirring around the loose material inside. When the wind settles, loose feathers flutter to the ground. Best stick with grabbing one of these, rather than yanking one off the creature it came from.
Feeling his hair being blown over to one side, Jake blinked slightly as a bunch of feathers were blown out in front of him from... the abraxan stables. EXACTLY what he needed!
Jake grinned and plucked a feather that was floating in the air in front of him...