Jhudora spends her time on a purple cloud. Clouds provide shade when the heat of Neopia is just too much to bear. This must really help on a scorching day in the Lost Desert. Perhaps her cloud goes floating over Brightvale; all that reading is hot work! If she were really an evil villain, she would live on a giant meepit. A meepit who spits upon any Neopian traveling near. That is really loving of her not to have meepits spitting on us; thanks, Jhudora!
Farewell, Jhudora "Fyora, of course, the naïve little faerie that she is, thinks I've done no wrong and I'm as pleasant as... well, her. However, little does she know..."
A Mysterious Heir: Part Two "So that makes me a princess. Princess Syrietta, heir to the throne of Mysica. That means the last fifteen years of my life have all been one huge lie?"
Smell the Scents: Part Three After a short time of searching, she found the edge of the woods and followed the path to her neohome. She ran to the back door. "Mum, I am home..."