That Noble, Hosting A Ball

Deep withing a massive manor form the eighteenth century, lined with riches and red carpeting with golden trimmed walnut staircases. The house withing the manor showing its many years of history with items of rarity and antiques dating back a thousand or more years. Vases of priceless value on top of stone carved stands, many carved by the finest mason's around. The few maids and single butler could be found doing tasks or being called by the owner of this home. The old maid uniforms still used and kept well along with the lone butler who had been here since the current head of house's first days here. If she was with someone, he was her shadow. If she was out, he was her shield. The maids kept the place clean for the family, which in turn the family provided them matching living conditions and kept them fed. The home was massive, as the title of manor suggests, leaving plenty of rooms that have yet to be used since the 18th century. This is the lone building from that time still around to date due to Mana Mana's destruction of London. But being out in the countryside, the woman whom owns this property never came close to losing it. The door to the office meant for the head of house opened slowly, revealing a tallish woman wearing seemingly ice and a cyan night gown. Tonight was a ball after all and she had to begin preparations.

Maids ran past their liege, quickly finishing up preparations for the coming dance and ball. The tiles and wood floors in the ball room were cleaned and shined, the wooden staircases repaired flawlessly and polished, the books dusted and pages cleaned, the furniture aired out and cleansed, nothing could be dirty or have even s pot on it. The maids were running round and round cleaning the home, the butler and chef cooking all the food for the night, making sure it was perfect. She had invited many, yet the ball was open to all whom may attend and allowed for at least five hundred people. The cyan haired woman walked back into her office, moments later appearing in the Ball room awaiting her guests. She wore her Seishin Buki as always, her ice forming her knee high boots of clear ice as her wings of ice appeared behind her back. Her butler waited by the door, maids standing in line by the sides as Crystal herself sat on a couch on the other side of the ball room. Behind her was a throne like seat, those she salvaged from the old Queen Victoria's time as rule. The throne only for show, Crystal waved a maid over and spoke into her ear. The maid quickly rounded up all of the other maids and the two butlers, forming an entry pattern of maids lining both sides of the doors.