The blonde woman covered head to toe in trailing scarlet silk robes sits upon a cluster of pillows on the floor, her chambers. Slowly rising from her knees she would trudge her way over to the balcony that gave her perfect view in the direction of the Undead Domain. Her head would slowly creep up to look more out at the horizon, still chanting her graceful muse. The strength of the ruins calling upon her, she'd shake her head, bringing her gaze now to the floor. She'd mutter a single phrase,
"I'm sorry."
her hands would grip the guardrail, her nail carving into. With a forced release she would bring her right hand up to wipe from her face. Turning swiftly on her heal she would turn and make her way back into her chambers, fighting the urge to follow the calling.