At a more thorough examination, you (Anaelpri) realize that there was something scrawled into it. Although your clawscript was a bit rusty, you can get the gist of it:
Winged have been killed for centuries. Mauled, drowned, abandoned, the end is all the same.
The reason? Nobody but the oldest elders and wisest leaders know. Not yet, at least.
Still, there’s hope. A place where winged can be safe, even happy. The Aviary.
But first you’ll have to find it.
Follow the brightest star in the sky for however long it takes. For some it may be only days, for some it may be months. All who have faith will find it.
For those who don’t? Only the gods know.