Phoenix Maplewood theatre mix

It felt odd to be praised, and she felt a warmth in her core by it. It was something Desdemona longed to hear from him but the words never came. One can put their whole soul into something, but gain nothing back. She learned to not expect much, but simply continue what one must do. There is no point in waiting for acknowledgement, but she couldn't help but feel it was nice once in a while to gain recognition of hard work. It only increased the determination she held toward Morningside, to work hard for the group.

"Morningside is strong," the dark fae commented. They have been through a lot, the disappearence of members, the lost leadership, and the temporary reigns, a lot has happened. Though they remained strong, and she believes they will thrive. Even if they dwindle, she will remain for the day they rise up once more. For her heart is indebted to this pack, forevermore.

"I bid you well ma'am." She would never hold back someone from their duties, especially not those of a higher rank. They held respondsibilities that she did not, and without them, the Pack is in a dissaray. Desdemona gave a formal nod toward the Matariarch, blissfully unaware of any questioning she held toward her particular past. She wasn't hiding it either, but the only few times she spoke of it was to explain herself, and the differences in culture. Where she grew from, was much different from here, and slowly was she trying to incline on their ways.