The Golden Eagle: Estella of Neomar

Estella scrutinized the rocky cliffs. Being a peregrine falcon was tough work. She had to deal with all the birds in every territory, because they were insecure and afraid. She hadn't had a friend in years, and now, Annabella was there for her. Annabella had told her to scout out Tall Rocks. Annabella had told her to plant one of her Night Eggs there, and Estella had done it. Estella had never felt so important, and with Annabella, she now felt more sure, more aware of the world around her. She also knew the cold truth about every member of the Tribe, and how they had failed to treasure her great skill and cunning. She knew that Ortho was a weak fool, and she knew that Amanda had been stubborn. She knew that Reina was haughty and easily offended, and she knew and realized that Annabella was truthful, modest, and always humble about whatever she was given. Estella admired that. However, part of her knew that something was really wrong, truly amiss. But she wanted to be just like Annabella. Exactly like her. Or did she?