Moonspear little by little, i can breath again

Desdemona was making rounds, a usual task for the spider. She felt no pressure, nor' anxiety unlike a certain fellow that was just a few steps ahead. Life had been peaceful, despite brief moments of fluxture on seeing a ghost, someone from the past, and the encounter of the heat season. All had but past, and she was at of ease, more composed then ever, but just as cold, perhaps more-so. 

Upon coming closer she recognized the dark Ostrega, and briefly dipped a head in greeting to the Gamma per' respect.