Moonspear where has thout been through

A voice stopped her tracks and she turned with a desperate look, "please." Her voice was full of enmity but saddened as the dream continue to within her mind, and even though the other was not who she thought of, her delusions continued on. Fustration crept from her mouth with a growl, and darted to the noise, only assuming the one who spoke could be him. The words weren't processed, and the smell drifted away, for all she cared about was to finally, finally capture him.

Only a few pale figures came to mind, and one she knew of Moonspear, but this lady was an unforunate one that Desdemona did not know of. Pale, but lighter then the one she sought for, but enough to where she was maddened with fog to think so. She leapt, at Opalia, raging, "Othello!"