Trixie came to see her baby Phoenix for the second day. The small majestic bird was perched on it's shelfy thing again. The feathers were starting to turn from the grungy brown to the beautiful red that the Phoenix usually had. And with a soft smile to the bird, Trixie stroked it's feathers on her back and not on the tail as they were too hot. The beak was also turning a little more black and yellow like it was supposed to, but it was still clear to the eye that the bird was young.