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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

that's the story of your red right ankle 108.16.137.20Posted On March 20, 2016 at 8:43 PM by y e j i d e


Without a doubt Yejide’s heart was aching to hold her daughter again, even though her daughter was technically not a child by Earth standards Yejide felt very much the mother she was. By being here maybe she was able to finally protect one of her children, keep her safe as she hadn’t been able to keep her sweet Sylvia safe. A soft smile of comfort splayed itself over her lips as she could read the excitement in her daughter’s words, discussing her lessons of the worlds around them, of her keeper’s cooking and how she was learning to play baseball by one of the boys who had become a star, although she didn’t mention how he- not born directly within, had become one of them. Something tragic Yejide was certain.

Lifting the cup to her lips and blowing softly Yejide finally was able to enjoy the tea that had been brought to her. Spring was slow coming this year, personally she couldn’t wait until it was no longer an issue of bundling up in so many layers that only her eyes would be seen. She needed the warm winds and the open skies; she needed to feel peace when she looked up into the vast openness. Placing the cup back down she reached for the letter again, her eyes following the words across the paper.

Perhaps another reason Yejide enjoyed sitting towards the back was because there weren’t as many distractions, the smell of food wasn’t as overwhelming back by the fire, she could concentrate on the tea and her letters. Reaching across the table to snagged a notebook and a pen and then sat back in the wooden chair, starting her own letter back to her daughter. It wasn’t the same, and Yejide wished she could actually embrace and kiss her daughter and let the light that illuminated from their bodies engulf them completely. There was no hiding strong emotions as a star-faerie, unless of course someone held a charm as she did, something that concealed the fact of what she was for safety.

Mid-way through her letter the smell of cooked and seasoned meat was strong, lifting her head slightly Yejide peered around the room to see where this was coming from. Her senses are becoming heightened- as fear has taught her to be distrustful of most of her situations now. Her body jolts as she feels something brush against her ankle, and looking down she glimpses a thick tail curling by the legs of her chair. Yejide begins to scoot her chair away from the table when the unmistakable sound of an animal rumbles out, she can feel eyes shifting towards her and the blood drains to her toes for all of a second.

The sound of her heart thumping in her ears and her slow breathing is all that is evident to her, not the dropping of a tray of glasses, chairs scooting away and people scurrying out. She is ignoring the hushed whispers and the sound of people trying to clean up and yet stay away from her table. Bending down she is in a squatting position, ready to spring up and away if it is one of the creatures that had been hunting her, but the sight of this young man- no longer an animal, fingering the broach she had purchased this very evening was not something she feared naturally.

Releasing a breath that had been held in her chest Yejide moved into a kneeling position instead, brushing her dark hair away from her face she gave a chuckle of relief, “I’m glad you’re only you.” Her voice is soft, her eyes still taking in his form carefully, she doesn’t see the scarification or the wild eyes of those hunters, but she does see a creature who is perhaps not all there. A creature that has his hands wrapped around the broach, his mouth moving and his voice low and muttering nothing but nonsense, he is not something that this star-woman has encountered in all her years of wandering. Tentatively she reaches out a hand, “here,” her fingers curl slightly as she is not feeling so threatened now, “I’ll show you why I picked this out.” A gentle smile that has always been so natural for her pushes forward on her lips, it’s not a teeth barring smile but it’s not unwelcoming.

Perhaps assuming he’ll hand it back to her is foolish but she’s not trying to trick him, she’d rather try to understand why he has come and found the gift she picked for Asgi, maybe showing him why she chose it will have him show her why he wants it.





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