Moonspear do you speak?

Pearls almost seem to fall from the dark figure, so unsuited to someone so cold-hearted, a smile was never to be seen. Only once did she smile, and that was with the feeling of acceptance, only for that feeling to be betrayed when he had left Morningside to hunt for some woman, and to leave it to the void. Now of sorrow, would come forth- but she felt the nip of someone, and restrained the falls. Sound of laughter whispered into her ears, as she glanced at the figure.

The Queen enticed the spider to a dance, a running of the two, and she joined without words to be spoken. She felt a surge of emotions mix between as the two would follow around the mountains terrian as legs ran with force; anger, sorrow, happiness that was quick to flee... All that she had previously gained, and lost once more. But why blame them, when she left first? Why blame anyone, when she was always at fault? Morningside, her brothers and sister, her mother.. All fell upon her head, a guilt Desdemona should always bare and to keep in mind.

She is nothing but a bastard to the world.