She tried to built up the structures in her mind, to see what it had been before whatever tragedy had struck and shaken them to the ground, but it wasn't her strong suit. She could appreciate architecture and art and the like, but she was never really any good at actually envisioning what was not there, whether it had been once or not.
Her steps were nearly silent, and she never took her hand off the pommel of her sword. Her ruby cloak and bright red hair did nothing for the sake of camouflage, but she didn't really feel that she needed it.
Cel's attention snapped to the side, seeing a shadow whiz past her vision, and her brows met. She glanced over her shoulder in the direction from where she had come and pursed her lips. Wouldn't hurt to check it out. That was what she was supposed to be doing after all. She cast another glance backward and started after whatever bur she had seen, deciding to call if she actually needed backup.
