Moonspear There will come a soldier,

Desdemona said she didn't know exactly how the end days of the Morningside pack had gone, for while it was one answer in itself, she baited his curiosity with another facet--travel, to find a ghost--as her reason for missing out. His ears twitched, and he was undecided if he should inquire deeper about such matters. Sounded vague enough and he was quick to attach some interest there. So I'm guessing you didn't find the ghost..? he asked, keeping it simple in turn.

Besides that, she revealed that their singular goal was power. Guess I could see the allure in that idea to some, but it still sounds like it would empty power to me.. without earnest purpose behind it, he supposed, thoughtful with a frown of his own. But, he knew he was young--his worldview not all that vast, his experience limited. It was through the stories of others that he had been able to get any glimpse beyond at all, and this was certainly no exception. Did you leave them or did they disband, dissolve, or however, too? he asked, not thinking that she had alluded to the nature of her departure from them. Had they burnt themselves out? Or, more likely, was it so solidly in her past that it was not her problem anymore? No matter the answer, he appreciated that she had humored his questions so far.