Jord's pistons caried her ebony bodice through the sunshine of the green meadows.. Her hazel orbs scanned the terra. She had just had her heart broke.. and decided that anyone left in her 'family' was dead to her. As Jord wondered she thought to herself.. about the Tundra before the mountain broke up through the ground and changed the BQ. How she missed the companionship of a heard, clan,... kingdom.. Whatever you wanted to call it. She missed having diplomatic duties.. She missed having a life. Jord knew she was born to be loved, but she questioned would that day ever come.. even with the immortal life she has. She wanted a home.. a home like she had briefly as a child.. maybe like the mountains of Ranga. Who knows where life would take her. Who knows who she'd meet.
Her raven pelt smelt of the lands of Ranga.. a land out side of BQ.. not known to many if any here, then again she had not mentioned it to anyone, for the fear of seaming crazy, as most have never ventured out of BQ. Her exotic, intoxicating sent wafted through the summer breeze.. She hope anyone would pick it up. Her pure fresian, Ranga blood circulated through her body as she stood half way up a small hill.. The wind picked up her banner and forlock.. whipping them around her face. She closed her eyes dude to the wind and took in a deep breath though her nares; her lungs expanding her strong bodice.. hoping to pick up a scent of a stallion worthy of her love, of giving her a home, and possibly letting the Ranga line continue on. Her orbs opened once more as the breeze died down... Now we wait.. Jord thought to herself.