Moonspear it’s not meant to be

As Desdemona was always to the border, she heard the call. It was non-urgent, not a particular call for a leader, but a simple one. With a raised brow, she eventually approached the figure- but surprisingly, they were smaller, and red. Not too many at Moonspear held various of colors, majority would be either between the two, black, and white. 

Finding a child with such colors was odd. She approached the boy, even though it was someone not even a yearling, she held a rather stoic face that can be counted as cold to others, "This is Moonspear- I am Desdemona, what do you need?"