It's an odd place for a throne, really, but it somehow doesn't seem out of place; it fades into the field as if it's always been there.

Barbara sits with a scroll in her hands. She's clothed in pale blue robes, and a horned diadem crowns her head.

Her expression is one of perplexed amusement. "So this was my first thought, huh? I'm kind of full of myself, aren't I."