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
you were only waiting for this moment to arrive
Posted on February 11, 2019 by Maeve Liliwen
The delicately built girl looks into the earthen eyes of the other fae creature, the sweet smile unwavering upon her pale face. Maeve is all too aware of how alike each of them are, in more ways than one it would seem. She dances too with steps as light as the girl silvery voice. That ponytail streaming out behind her like silken tresses of cumulus. In a world where Maeve was never sure what each day was going to bring or where she would be or who she would be living with, dance has remained her constant. The tiny fae always found places to take lessons, and when she couldn't, well, she could simply clear the floor and let the dancing take over. When people have not been there for her, Maeve could always find the rhythm in her body, it never left her.
The girls laugh together as if they were old friends instead of strangers who had just met one another underneath a gazebo in the park. She lets out too a tiny squeal of excitement as the woman claps for her, an unfamiliar sound to the delicately pointed ears of the blonde fae child. Sure, sometimes she imagined the applause in her head, the audience giving her a standing ovation, but to hear it outside of her thoughts, Maeve certainly enjoyed the feeling. "Do you think I could be a ballerina one day?" She dares to ask the woman. She was going to start her training again with Nadya at her ballet studio. If anything, her lack of parents to financially support the little girl has only caused her to work harder. Most of the ballet camps she had done were on scholarship, whenever she had trained at studios she had been on scholarship, having to train twice as hard as the other girls, twice as motivated, all to get what most of them could simply by. Still, Maeve never quit, never even came close.
"Maybe we can dance together one day," she says excitedly, her mind already floating to next years Nutcracker auditions. "I am going to start taking lessons with Nadya. She has a dance studio downtown," she says, beginning to move around Audette now on her tip toes, she stands so high it is hard to believe she is not in pointe shoes. "I am going to do ballet, but I am also going to do lyrical and contemporary. When I competed that is what I did solos in," she says, thinking back to the weekends spent at dance competitions where her studio, but not her parents would cheer for her in the audience. She remembers the pretty costume she wore, getting them weeks in advance (usually used or old costumes) and Maeve would spend hours in her shared bedrooms adjusting them, adding rhinestones, new fabric, until they were unrecognizable. "I got a lot of trophies," she says almost shyly, as if she should not be bragging. "But my social worker said I couldn't take them with me so my foster parents threw them away," she says, still continuing to dance around Audette as if this were not some sad, upsetting thing for her to say. She then grabs Audette's hand and twirls her tiny body around as if the dark eyes fae were her dance partner. "I might take a hip hop class, but I don't know. And I don't really like jazz," she says, halting her twirling as she makes a face. No, Maeve was not a fan of jazz it would seem.
The woman offers her tickets to see the nutcracker and Maeve can hardly contain her joy at such an invitation. "I will be early even!" She says hoping up and down for a moment before settling herself, remembering being told how annoying an excited little kid can be.
"Oh," that tiny voice says as she looks at the woman, wondering why it was some fae people had wings, like her birth mother and Andras, and some didn't, like the woman before her. "Maybe you can make some for Halloween next."
The girls laugh together as if they were old friends instead of strangers who had just met one another underneath a gazebo in the park. She lets out too a tiny squeal of excitement as the woman claps for her, an unfamiliar sound to the delicately pointed ears of the blonde fae child. Sure, sometimes she imagined the applause in her head, the audience giving her a standing ovation, but to hear it outside of her thoughts, Maeve certainly enjoyed the feeling. "Do you think I could be a ballerina one day?" She dares to ask the woman. She was going to start her training again with Nadya at her ballet studio. If anything, her lack of parents to financially support the little girl has only caused her to work harder. Most of the ballet camps she had done were on scholarship, whenever she had trained at studios she had been on scholarship, having to train twice as hard as the other girls, twice as motivated, all to get what most of them could simply by. Still, Maeve never quit, never even came close.
"Maybe we can dance together one day," she says excitedly, her mind already floating to next years Nutcracker auditions. "I am going to start taking lessons with Nadya. She has a dance studio downtown," she says, beginning to move around Audette now on her tip toes, she stands so high it is hard to believe she is not in pointe shoes. "I am going to do ballet, but I am also going to do lyrical and contemporary. When I competed that is what I did solos in," she says, thinking back to the weekends spent at dance competitions where her studio, but not her parents would cheer for her in the audience. She remembers the pretty costume she wore, getting them weeks in advance (usually used or old costumes) and Maeve would spend hours in her shared bedrooms adjusting them, adding rhinestones, new fabric, until they were unrecognizable. "I got a lot of trophies," she says almost shyly, as if she should not be bragging. "But my social worker said I couldn't take them with me so my foster parents threw them away," she says, still continuing to dance around Audette as if this were not some sad, upsetting thing for her to say. She then grabs Audette's hand and twirls her tiny body around as if the dark eyes fae were her dance partner. "I might take a hip hop class, but I don't know. And I don't really like jazz," she says, halting her twirling as she makes a face. No, Maeve was not a fan of jazz it would seem.
The woman offers her tickets to see the nutcracker and Maeve can hardly contain her joy at such an invitation. "I will be early even!" She says hoping up and down for a moment before settling herself, remembering being told how annoying an excited little kid can be.
"Oh," that tiny voice says as she looks at the woman, wondering why it was some fae people had wings, like her birth mother and Andras, and some didn't, like the woman before her. "Maybe you can make some for Halloween next."
Maeve Liliwen
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