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

William Holloway

I had a dream, I got everything I wanted


Posted on January 17, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford
East

Walk me home in the dead of night
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

Thanking the Barista behind the counter paired with a smile the other would never see behind her mask, Carolina reached forward and grasped that warm coffee in her palms before exiting the small coffee shop. The drink was a welcome ward against the cool air which near pummeled into her, the blonde pulling up the collar of her jacket even more so around her neck as she walked down the quiet sidewalk. Popping her headphones back in she quickly flipped to one of her favorite playlists to put a soundtrack to her walk.

It was midday, and while the air was chilled the sky was clear and it set the city-scape of Sacrosanct into near picturesque proportions; for it to be so abandoned was borderline disturbing. Yet what else would one expect in the heart of a pandemic that seemed determined to rage around them and change every idea of normalcy that the city's inhabitants might have. Carolina had been cooped up for months now, quarantining with the rest of the world which only led to a successful dent in her reading list and the odd addiction to a computer game or two to pass the time. She was lucky that Tetradore had continued to pay her average salary after the Ark had sunk so unexpectedly, but while she appreciated it the were simply missed going to work and being around others.

This led her to wandering the streets of the seemingly abandoned city, drifting from the more eclectic area around her apartment to the sleek and polished buildings of the east side. She had been elated to find one of her favorite coffee shops remained open, and was happy to contribute what she could to the family run business which was no doubt hurting in the midst of all this. That beverage clutched in her hands as she wandered aimlessly towards the City Creek Center, always enjoying the openness of the mall down to the foliage and benches which were scattered within. Most of the shops had closed down until things settled, and she could not blame them, but there was an excitement to feeling like she had the whole place to herself. Moving towards one of those benches that just so happened to be flooded in a pool of welcoming sunlight her inner-feline nearly purred with delight.

She closed her eyes briefly in contentment, letting out a rare laugh conjured from such a feeling of light-heartedness as she spontaneously extended her arms and spun in a circle. What she did not expect however was for her arm to collide with something, something far softer than the column or railing she would have expected to interrupt her bliss though it still caused the coffee in her hand to escape the lid which had previously been placed atop it and its contents to go flying. A gasp escaped her, turquoise eyes flying open in confusion and surprise as she steadied herself and found herself near face to face with a well-clad man who no doubt had no time to deal with women spilling coffee all over him.

"Shit!" The word her mother would have scolded her for endlessly escaping her mouth before she had time to think about it, moving to set the dripping cup and its remnants on bench nearby before shaking off her own hands and yanking out an earbud. "I'm so sorry!" Her gaze was near frantic as she looked at the dark beverage now scattered all over a suit that no doubt cost more than months of her apartment's rent, looking down to realized it had splattered all over herself as well. At a loss she scrambled to look for towels or napkins, something to offer the stranger who was but a mere victim to her carelessness but coming up empty.

Carolina Grace Bedford.

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