Phoenix Maplewood not from others

She could only stare at the Princess, unsure on what to really do. Desdemona waited in silence, watching her with the upmost serious expression, "Miss," she started after Alya finished, "I am not talented toward the fine arts." She admitted to the faulty, only adding to tension toward this difficult situation. 

Desdemona was a hunter, or a warrior, she knew of the fine arts but never participated in such acts, "I do not know of stories nor' songs." Hell, she never sung in her life. And stories? Out of the picture as her mind was focused on real world events, not fantasies that could not happen.

She was a difficult companion to talk to. Desdemona was a dull wolf.