Pressing up to the door's minimal leak of information, Viloet caught a full glimpse of what appeared to be one of Kaitlea's past avatars. A human woman of average stature, strange beauty and an overly voluptuous body. One could mistake it for an hourglass, perhaps intended to measure the entire year. Adorned in jewels, a crown and skimpy chain, she sat atop a throne. Oddly enough, she was the only one to bear a crown, and the audience chamber she sat in bore no other chair of equal standing. Attendants doted upon her, sensually and not so, as she listened to the plight and news of others, arranged meetings and discussed alliegances with nations indicating that she herself ruled one.