[u][i]Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ[/i][/u]

Interrupting her exercise routine, something brushed against Desdemona's shoulder. It was the nocturne from the dining hall reaching for a medicine ball, “Wanna play catch?” he asks. Still fascinated by his appearance, Desdemona had to remember to focus, “Sure-” she replies clearing her throat. “Your name’s Daichi, right? I’m Desdemona.” she introduces herself recalling what Zensei had said earlier, hoping she got the nocturne’s name right.