Moonspear There will come a soldier,

"No." She shook her head. She knew the 'ghost' was alive, or so she hoped. Having not seen the figure in so many years, she could not confirm if he was fine, or perhaps died a while ago. Often dreams of him plagued her so, but she couldn't do anything about it. Desdemona didn't want to abandon her post, to someone who may not want to see her.

"I was banished," she said, like it was simply a fact then of a personal issue. It happened so long ago, she held nothing against it. In reality as well, this was probably the first time she truly discussed about her home-life. It wasn't something she touched often, as it was a rather dark topic to some.