A CLEAR, FROSTY WIND follows Casselba through the high swinging doors of the Manor. The doors are solid as twin pillars, twice—maybe thrice her height, and have a surface of polished brown. The coat of varnish upon it makes the wood glimmer as if touched by wet paint.
"Wow!" Casselba exclaims with huge eyes as she clears into the massive foyer. It's grander than usual with the evergreen floors resplendent as skimmed wax.
The whole interior seems larger than life, making the house look like something that may host a god and not actual humans. A celestial palace of sorts. With a gleaming sheen over her eyes, Casselba stands a moment in the wide hall.
