As bright as the floodlight

Flightless falcons had been a "perfect place" - there was no doubt about it. Now that Tyrannus had been taken down (if you could believe, what your deceased "I-see-dead-people" niece told you), it probably was just like in the old days. Or different. Much to her surprise she found out that she did not care. Falcons belonged to her past - she lived in the glorious present.

"It didn't feel like home anymore," she explained honestly, without delving much in details. "But I have found it here and I hope that this is going to be a long-term deal," she continued, although there was a bit of confidence lacking in her voice. There was a part of her that did not want to be bound to one place. That wanted to be free.