Zjeena's background is different yet. The bay is growing to be quite the island of misfit toys, every one different and every one broken in their own unique way, but together they'll make something special.
Zjeena was raised among what some might call amazons, a group similar to the mares of the peak, but they called themselves the Coven. It was a group of strong-willed mares. A black mare, auntie Circe, led them to greatness. There wasn't a mission unfulfilled or an enemy left standing after Circe was done with them. Zjeena's own mother, Hilde, fit in well with them, a loyal follower of Circe and her cause. Zjeena never knew her father, and learning about him wasn't important. Stallions weren't important, but like every curious young mind, Zjeena wondered what the world outside the Coven had to offer. This is the driving force that brings her here, to the Bay, and to Liland. Curiosity.
And it is curiosity that engages her now. Zjeena's ears prick forward and her jaw pauses mid-chew to better evaluate their approach. It's Liland, and a stranger, a lovely champagne mare. It seems Liland has found another addition to their small, but growing family.
Zjeena swallows what's in her mouth and forgets all about the spring shoots she was browsing. Her face lights up with a warm smile, and she steps forth to greet them. She offers a muzzle extended first to the stallion, "Hello, Liland. And then to the mare, I'm Zjeena.