The Golden Eagle: Geneya of Neomar

Estella was so juvenile. Didn't she see how Annabella was using her? Geneya admitted that she herself followed Annabella and served her, but only because she needed to learn about this tribe. Geneya poked at the feathers on the cold floor of the cave, and sighed. She felt that the ploy of the Night Egg was unfair to Reina, for what had she ever done? Reina didn't deserve the misery that that creature was going to drag to her. She deserved a real egg, that hatched a chick that didn't destroy one's soul. Geneya became engulfed in her thoughts, calculating when and where the egg would hatch. She had always been a genius; she was probably smarter than Annabella. The only thing Geneya lack was motive, and Annabella had a brimful of motive. Geneya and Annabella seemed like complete opposites, destined to be enemies, but why couldn't Geneya bring herself to leave this black hole of a cave. Why did she feel that if she stayed, she would be safe? Why did she suspect that something life-changing was going to happen? If only she knew the answers to the secrets of nature...