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

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Posted on June 11, 2019 by Sigrid Dagen
South

Sigrid Gage Dagen


The stranger's distrusting gaze raises the hair on the back of Sigrid's neck. The unmatching grin does nothing to ease her, although she doesn't believe it was meant to. Quite the opposite perhaps, is it an intimidation tactic? She can't be sure, the ways of the people here are still new to her. After tying a loose yet satisfactory knot on her sneaker, the fae girl sits up straight and eyes the man. Not maliciously, as that would imply she had something to be intimidated by. Sigrid remembers quite vividly the violence that would ensue after she returned a glare to a more powerful warrior at her birthplace. It wasn't too much, a slap on the face or a whack on the back of her head, the discipline for a strong-willed child. It was enough to compel Sigrid to discover a different defense: feigning complete ignorance.


Sigrid does not want to appear stupid, that is far from the goal. Instead, she simply wishes to convey her lack of fear. At least to appear unafraid. She doesn't want the man to believe he has frightened her, if that is what he's trying to do. No, instead she lets her obsidian gaze drift over him up and down, void of emotion while her lips remain only slightly upturned. He is impeccably dressed, not unlike the business men she has seen walking here and there but his clothing is much more prestigious than theirs had been. Her own casual outfit makes her feel grubby beside him, somehow childish. Sigrid hasn't been a child in over a thousand years. However, the age range of a child has changed immensely throughout time and consequently the ancient woman has been recently faced with mortals talking down to her.


She appreciates the man not doing this very thing, despite the hostility. His dark voice sounds different from the rest, perhaps similar to something she heard long ago from a traveler, but not quite. It may even be an older accent than that. His next words send chills down her spine, he knows she's a fairy. Sigrid's face turns quizzical in an instant until she can push it down out of the stranger's sight. Somehow, she doesn't feel like she's in danger. And yet she knows she should be on high alert. Her eyes wander elsewhere now. Jumping from person to person in the gradually populating park. Witnesses. There aren't many but it should be enough. One question slipped from her lips, "Why would search for faeries in Sacrosanct?" She lowers her voice at the word faerie in an attempt to avoid any unnecessary attention from onlookers. Her question doesn't deny nor confirm his suspicions, he already has so much of a leg up on her somehow. In response to his next statement regarding her being rather foreign, Sigrid lightly snaps back, "Neither are you." Her words concise and matter-of-fact. The fae girl can't help but feel defensive with this stranger who already knows too much, and yet she knows so little about him. "Who are you?"

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