East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired 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. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

never trust anyone who hasn't brought a book with them (alistair)


Posted on February 11, 2019 by Piper Aldersley
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it was books that made me feel that
Perhaps I was not completely alone



It had been a long time coming.

Hours and hours and hours of careful planning and thought had gone into the bookstore that sat in the Western district of Sacrosanct. Piper had meticulously thought out every aspect of the store. From the color of the hardwood floors and the height of the bookshelves to exactly where each genre would be located within those white walls. Every facet of Westside Stories had been sculpted exactly the way Piper had wanted it. For months she had worked to shelve all of those books single-handedly. She'd handled the paperwork (with careful help from the lawyer her surgeon father insisted she use). And now, with it just days away from the official opening, she found herself unable to stay within the building. She loved it too much, and as such, she couldn't help overthinking every last detail. Were the walls the wrong color? Was the name of the shop stupid?

It was these thoughts alone that drove the young woman out of not only her bookshop, but the entire Western district.

The bakery was particularly busy today. Couples seemed to sprout all over the place, sharing heart shaped cookies and bright pink pastries. Valentine's Day was within days, and the bakery seemed to be the place to go for dates this afternoon. Piper, of course, mostly just wanted a quiet place to write. She'd chosen opening her bookstore with her true dream profession in mind. As much as she loved reading novels, she aspired to pen them as well. She wanted to be the next Jane Austen, with heroines ahead of their time. She wanted young girls to act out scenes from her novels just as she had with her sisters growing up. She wanted future English students to pour over her words. She wanted to create worlds for young readers to escape to. She wanted... so much. But first, she had to actually finish a novel. So she'd opened a bookstore with the intent of hiding away within it and writing. She could both man the desk and write. Discuss books while penning them.

It was truly the dream.

As Piper was handed her caramel latte (extra caramel, it was her weakness), she scanned the shop. The tables were full with the lunch rush, particularly those with outlets near them. As much as she'd like to hole up in the back of the shop, her six year old Macbook and it's 'Service Battery' warning would only give her about twenty minutes before she'd be forced to a new spot. Twenty minutes would simply not be enough. That was barely enough time to procrastinate herself into actually writing. Instead, she found herself wandering towards the one table with an available outlet, which happened to half be occupied by a man and a sketchbook.

"Excuse me," Piper said gently, not wanting to startle the artist. She waved her hand awkwardly, shifting on her feet as she adjusted the messenger bag at her hip. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but this is the only outlet available in the whole shop. It's uh..." She motioned to her bag. "My computer is old and doesn't have much of a battery life. Well, none, actually. It's fully charged now and that gives me about... twenty minutes? Maybe thirty if I'm really lucky and turn the brightness down so I have to squint a little." She ran a hand through her blonde hair, catching herself in her rambling. "Sorry. I'm rambling. Anyway, my point is, I really need to get some work done, and I was wondering if you minded if I shared your table, just for a little bit?" She offered him a small smile as she finished. "I'm Piper, and I promise, I'm not usually this annoying."

       

Piper Aldersley


 

 





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