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
half a block from where your dreams were bound
Posted on February 27, 2019 by Maeve Liliwen
Predator and prey, the age old dance. Is that what the two girls are now as the vampire child looks to the little fae girl? Was Maeve the little lamb who went to lay down beside the fierce lion, entirely unaware of the danger she puts herself in? Perhaps, but maybe even if she knew the violet lion that rested within the vampire child, Maeve would find herself beside the blue eyed girl all the same. Yes, Maeve would still be trying to attempt to cross those monkey bars and then exclaiming her excitement and pride to the older child in much the same way she does now.
Maeve's own name was never something that the blonde child found particularly exciting, despite what her birth mother had told her all those years ago. She had held her daughter in her lap and whispered in her ear, asking the little girl is she knew why she named her Maeve. Maeve had simply shrugged in response, a simper of a smile upon her lips. And mother had told daughter that the name means 'bringer of great joy,' and how much joy Maeve had brought her for simply existing, even if they couldn't be together. And there, in her mother's lap, Maeve thought, perhaps, her name meant something important after all.
"Real tea?" She says excitedly. Maeve had never had real tea before, most of her foster parents having drank coffee and then telling her the beverage was not for children. But the little fae child had had many a pretend tea parties, where they would all take their cups and drink air, or if they were lucky, water or maybe even juice, but never a tea party with real tea. "Oh I will be very careful," she assures the older girl, bonding her head in eagerness. "Cookies too? Real cookies?" She double checks, after all, if the tea was real, the cookies must be real then too. She can almost taste the sweet treat on her tongue. It had been far too long since Maeve had eaten a cookies that wasn't some knock off brand of Oreo or Chips Ahoy.
The question Anna asks arises a question of Maeve's own. Roman had told her to wait here on the playground, but Roman wasn't her parent, or even her guardian or foster parent. Maeve had grown accustom to going where she wanted whenever she wanted to in Sacrosanct. Not that she was some rebellious child, but she figures she probably did not have to wait for the lion. "I was just told to," she says with a shrug, her answer simple. "You don't have an parents?" That question comes ready from her lips and in that moment, that is when Maeve smiles. Not for the fact that the child has no parents (Maeve would hardly ever be so cruel hearted) but because Maeve thinks she has found someone like her, who knows what it is like not to have a a family. "I don't have any parents either," she says, finding some form of kinship with the girl in this moment. "Who is Sebastian?" She is quick to ask another question, wondering why she calls him 'hers', the child entirely unaware of what a maker is and about vampire culture. "Yeah, let's go see Sebastian!" She decides, the instructions Roman had given her seemingly gone now with prospect of tea, cookies, and friends. She reaches out a tiny hand to grasp Anna's. "Where do we go?" It would seem that Maeve is eager to get this tea time started, and to try the hot beverage that she had so often imagined what it could maybe taste like.
Maeve's own name was never something that the blonde child found particularly exciting, despite what her birth mother had told her all those years ago. She had held her daughter in her lap and whispered in her ear, asking the little girl is she knew why she named her Maeve. Maeve had simply shrugged in response, a simper of a smile upon her lips. And mother had told daughter that the name means 'bringer of great joy,' and how much joy Maeve had brought her for simply existing, even if they couldn't be together. And there, in her mother's lap, Maeve thought, perhaps, her name meant something important after all.
"Real tea?" She says excitedly. Maeve had never had real tea before, most of her foster parents having drank coffee and then telling her the beverage was not for children. But the little fae child had had many a pretend tea parties, where they would all take their cups and drink air, or if they were lucky, water or maybe even juice, but never a tea party with real tea. "Oh I will be very careful," she assures the older girl, bonding her head in eagerness. "Cookies too? Real cookies?" She double checks, after all, if the tea was real, the cookies must be real then too. She can almost taste the sweet treat on her tongue. It had been far too long since Maeve had eaten a cookies that wasn't some knock off brand of Oreo or Chips Ahoy.
The question Anna asks arises a question of Maeve's own. Roman had told her to wait here on the playground, but Roman wasn't her parent, or even her guardian or foster parent. Maeve had grown accustom to going where she wanted whenever she wanted to in Sacrosanct. Not that she was some rebellious child, but she figures she probably did not have to wait for the lion. "I was just told to," she says with a shrug, her answer simple. "You don't have an parents?" That question comes ready from her lips and in that moment, that is when Maeve smiles. Not for the fact that the child has no parents (Maeve would hardly ever be so cruel hearted) but because Maeve thinks she has found someone like her, who knows what it is like not to have a a family. "I don't have any parents either," she says, finding some form of kinship with the girl in this moment. "Who is Sebastian?" She is quick to ask another question, wondering why she calls him 'hers', the child entirely unaware of what a maker is and about vampire culture. "Yeah, let's go see Sebastian!" She decides, the instructions Roman had given her seemingly gone now with prospect of tea, cookies, and friends. She reaches out a tiny hand to grasp Anna's. "Where do we go?" It would seem that Maeve is eager to get this tea time started, and to try the hot beverage that she had so often imagined what it could maybe taste like.
Maeve Liliwen
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