Well, what can a person do on a place like this when arrived?? Well..... All he/She can do is just to be calm & enjoy the good time here in this beautiful old house as long as he/She can, feel free to do something fun, just feel good & everything will be well.... In this old beautiful house of LOVE <3 heart......
Luke laughs as he watches Sophie walk away. Why, with all the pretty girls here, the weekend may turn out to be pretty interesting. He shakes his head and looks around the room, looking for anyone that may be interesting to talk to.
He turns back towards the bar to see Reine getting a drink. He walks over to her, leaning against the bar again, and grins. "Why, 'ello Reine, I see you're enjoying yourself already." He says, noting her annoyance.
"Ha not enjoying myself as much as you. Leave the poor girls alone what did they do to you" Reine laughed micheivously "Plus as long as Mitsukai doesn't approach me I'll be enjoying the night. Anyway i'll see you round" She smiled again grabbed another drink and wandered of into the crowd.
"Well not really there isnt any guys. Id lik to see more guys aroud here and maybe some of them to ask the girls to dance."
"Your right," Sophie adds,"I would like to dance with a guy, but there don't seem to be many around. Hopefully there will be more later, the part is three days long." Trying to be optimistic she smiles at Sakura.
A young fourteen year old girl sat in the manor's garden. She was tan, tall, and perhaps a tad too slender. Her long, wavy brunette locks were twisted and pulled to one side. Her amazingly unique amethyst eyes shone in the light like the moon does at night. Her lips were a darker shade of pink, therefore you could tell she had applied some sort of lip shine. She was wearing a white sundress made of a soft and light material. She had white and gold slippers to match, and a lucky four-leaf clover was held oh so gently in her hand. She was sitting with her legs crossed on a bench, facing the fountain in the center of the garden. Amazingly, even when the manor was snowy, the garden would still stay green and healthy. It was as if Rosetta could actually speak to plants and understand their every thought and emotion. Sighing, she began to fidget around with her hair, twisting it and running her hands through it. Not many of the Gaians had arrived yet, and she was wondering if they would ever pay attention to her lovely garden she had beautified just for them. Closing her eyes, she let Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata play in the back of her mind as she let the cold, bitter wind chill her every thought.