Moonspear im not sure, honey.

"It is alright." Desdemona did not mind asking such questions, rarely was she asked anything too personal. Though of recently the talk of her own life was slowly coming forth, and while she did not mind, there was a part of her that feared if she revealed too much, would she be scorned?

"The Ostrega blood runs deep into you, honorable and powerful, but my own is not so blessed. I am dirty, disgraced, and I do not wish to spread that bloodline. I would not put a male to that life, to be fatherless." She also found herself to be rather unlovable, and while it did not bother her; Desdemona knew.

She knew her smile intimidated others, and her cold nature drove away. However, it was simply who she was, and she couldn't simply change to a cheery wolf of the clouds. She was grateful, just to remain as a shadow guard to Moonspear.