South
The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.
What You'll Find Here
Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct
I see you Mr. Flutterfly!
Posted on October 09, 2018 by abigail hughes
Abigail Hughes
OOC: I kind of don't have much more for them to do so feel free to end the thread or lead it into that pack one we're currently in :-)
Back riding was like....an art. And Abigail was like...the best at it. Okay, maybe she'd really only ridden on one back before. But she had been super good at it then! That had to count for something, right!? She was oblivious, at that moment, to the way that Malia sniffled a laughter at her waddling walk, the girl entirely focused upon getting herself up and onto Malia's spine. Thankfully, the woman was more than willing to oblige her request to be lower, making the whole affair far easier for her. After all, the last thing she wanted to do was hurt her new friend! It was only once she was certain she was perfectly balanced upon Malia's back that the young panda announced that she was ready. It was a careful balancing act as Malia slowly rose to her feet, her own feet shifted ever so slightly, making sure she was truly good and safe before Malia rolled her shoulders. With care, Abigail flopped on Malia's back, letting her own feet dangle as her head settled between the wolf's ears. Her own ears perked ever so slightly at Malia's inquiry. "Hmm...that would be super duper awesome! But even if it doesn't, at least we've found once to pounce, right?!"
Abigail's own hazel eyes watched the butterfly as it fluttered in and out of view, her gaze entirely attentive on it. Her ears flicked at her companion's inquiry, only for her head to bob ever so slightly. "I do have other friends! My best friend is a polar bear. He's super duper awesome! I was with my mom and dad before and they were were's too. Is that a pack?" She inquired, only for her attention to deviate by the comment of a horse. "You know a were-horse?! Is he super duper cool!? We don't have any horses where I was born but there were goats! They're kinda not cool. They make funny sounds like 'baaaaaahhhhhh'." She tried to mimic that goat, her efforts falling largely short and yet she was still amazed by this whole prospect of a big pony! Her attention, however, deviated as the little butterfly fluttered out of view, only to reappear as it began to climb over a small hill. "Do you see it! It's over there!" Abigail uttered, watching the butterfly with intensity. That little insect led them further upwards, the very crest of that hill provided a near impeccable view of a field full of flowers, the whole field filled with those fluttering, flittering butterflies! "LOOK AT HOW MANY THERE ARE!" Abigail declared, jumping on her feet. It was so many to catch! They were going to have so much fun!
