"Now . . ." Desdemona approached them both, "Can I speak to you Pure in private?"
Pure turned and looked at Desdemona. It was beginning to turn obvious that Pure was not liking Desdemona's presence, and most of all, her tongue.
She quickly, closed that expression with a reassuring smile.
Sofia on the other hand wondered what was troubling Desdemona to feel so confident to demand for something at such an auspicious time.
"Of course." Pure answered, like what she was doing was considered right.
Turning to Sofia, "Desmond is in one of the caves being attended to with Zebu. Demona seems to be enjoying the grass . . . "
Then, she read another expression on Sofia's face, before saying, "Ask any of the birds to lead you them . . . In case you are looking for them."
Sofia smiled as she left, wondering what Desdemona wanted to talk about with Desdemona.
