Firefly Glen addict,

Desdemona does not leave the mountains too often, constantly guarding the edges of Moonspear, and diligantly making sure no intruders pass by. Though, the rain, never seemed to stop. Even in the mountain which was savored away from the possible flooding, she grew curious, if that possiibility was elsewhere.

Temporary stepping away from her duties, the guard stepped into the glen. It was night, and raining, there was no fireflies she could see, only endless, murky, mud.