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
life wouldn't be so hard if we knew hope wasn't far
Posted on March 16, 2019 by Maeve Liliwen
The violet eyed fae can hardly fathom the idea of truly being in love with someone. The girl with that gentle smile upon her face. Maeve has hardly known the love of a family until she came to Sacrosanct, but now the pale girl knew what it was like to be caed for and protected, and even loved. But she had never imagined being in love the way that husband and wife are. She can picture it, play make believe, but she would never truly know the fire of passion and the heart racing feeling of love until she was much older.vFor now, Maeve, the gentle spirit that she is, is content with her crush on the panther boy.
A softened, shy, but polite, smile comes to her face as Amelia's face blushes. Her next words certainly have the fae creature curious. Why would they sleep during the day? "Why do you do that?" She asks, curious, as children often are. "Is it because you love the stars?" She asks, trying to come up with her most likely solution to such a thing. Maeve could understand this, because she has sat there at night and stared up at the galaxy over head and thought it enchanted. But another question burns under her skin. "Do you wish you could see the sun?" She asks. Maeve so did love playing under the sunshine, carefree and graceful, she would run underneath its warming rays as it lit up that pale golden hair of hers and shined from gemstone eyes of amethyst.
"You are getting married?" Maeve says excitedly. Clearly, in the eyes of a child, marriage was still something like a fairy tale, and maybe, for a lot of adults too, that is how they felt as well. She notices Amelia's eyes dart down to her finger and Maeve follows them with her own of lilac. "Can I see your ring?" She asks, so unbiased over things such as the 5 C's of diamond ring shopping. "I might get married some day," she says in a slightly dreamy voice. "I already kind of have a boyfriend," she says and her mind quickly darts to the dark panther man, who, most certainly, did not feel the same way about the little fae girl. Everyone has their first heart break at some point in their lives, and chances are greater when you are immortal.
Maeve so openly grasps the hand of Amelia, feeling safe with the woman that she had only met moments ago. She remembers being told though, if she ever was to become lost and unable to find her guardians, she was to find a mom, a mom would probably be safer than most. Of course, most mothers were not vampires.
"I am in third grade," she says. She had re enrolled in school once she came to live in Somnia, attending their school specially designed for fae children. Though, Maeve would never be a child tailored for math and science, so she took off of school occasionally to hone her crafts of dance and music. She bobs her head lightly in response. "Yeah, they teach me a lot, but I like dance and music more," she says. Recently, Maeve had taken up violin and, in true fae nature, she had grasped the concept quite quickly. "What did you like to do when you were my age?" She asks, ever the curious child of what adults were like when they were little. She peers over at Tenley once more. "When she is old enough to dance, I can teach her," she says. Truly that would be perfect for her, playing with young children and dancing. Maeve, although there was nothing simple about a fairy child, she was simple and normal enough to enjoy those tiny moments of pleasure in life.
A softened, shy, but polite, smile comes to her face as Amelia's face blushes. Her next words certainly have the fae creature curious. Why would they sleep during the day? "Why do you do that?" She asks, curious, as children often are. "Is it because you love the stars?" She asks, trying to come up with her most likely solution to such a thing. Maeve could understand this, because she has sat there at night and stared up at the galaxy over head and thought it enchanted. But another question burns under her skin. "Do you wish you could see the sun?" She asks. Maeve so did love playing under the sunshine, carefree and graceful, she would run underneath its warming rays as it lit up that pale golden hair of hers and shined from gemstone eyes of amethyst.
"You are getting married?" Maeve says excitedly. Clearly, in the eyes of a child, marriage was still something like a fairy tale, and maybe, for a lot of adults too, that is how they felt as well. She notices Amelia's eyes dart down to her finger and Maeve follows them with her own of lilac. "Can I see your ring?" She asks, so unbiased over things such as the 5 C's of diamond ring shopping. "I might get married some day," she says in a slightly dreamy voice. "I already kind of have a boyfriend," she says and her mind quickly darts to the dark panther man, who, most certainly, did not feel the same way about the little fae girl. Everyone has their first heart break at some point in their lives, and chances are greater when you are immortal.
Maeve so openly grasps the hand of Amelia, feeling safe with the woman that she had only met moments ago. She remembers being told though, if she ever was to become lost and unable to find her guardians, she was to find a mom, a mom would probably be safer than most. Of course, most mothers were not vampires.
"I am in third grade," she says. She had re enrolled in school once she came to live in Somnia, attending their school specially designed for fae children. Though, Maeve would never be a child tailored for math and science, so she took off of school occasionally to hone her crafts of dance and music. She bobs her head lightly in response. "Yeah, they teach me a lot, but I like dance and music more," she says. Recently, Maeve had taken up violin and, in true fae nature, she had grasped the concept quite quickly. "What did you like to do when you were my age?" She asks, ever the curious child of what adults were like when they were little. She peers over at Tenley once more. "When she is old enough to dance, I can teach her," she says. Truly that would be perfect for her, playing with young children and dancing. Maeve, although there was nothing simple about a fairy child, she was simple and normal enough to enjoy those tiny moments of pleasure in life.
Maeve Liliwen
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