The peregrines see themselves as beautiful, even if others don't see them as so. They remember the times when they flew with their ancestors above the mountains, stayed in their beautiful palaces, and knew that was their rightful place. Until the day one of their ancestors fell in love with a human, and the peregrines were born. The Elders exiled the newborns, who were not perfect, but impure and dirty. The exiles still yearn to be there with their perfect ancestors, the True Peregrines. They yearn to fly, though they lost that ability long ago. Their desire to fly has them looking up at the birds with jealousy and has made them bitter and cruel. The peregrines feel they are from noble blood, so they look down on the other races, even though they might be their next door neighbors. They de