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
delight in them and speak no word
Posted on August 25, 2019 by anastasia romanova
It is with the narrowing of brilliant sage eyes and the crinkling of a lightly-freckled nose that Anastasia rebuffs her dear father's offer to defile the perfect mahogany brew she sips with something as truly repugnant as creamer. Yet just as soon as the scowl should coil upon her lips as a proud, glouting feline do their brims quirk, an undeniably impish smirk coaxed to life by Alexander's insistence that the love for the artificial sludge had become tragically... pandemic. "Ah, but surely a man who does his business in coffee should know better than to call that cream," she purrs, the veil of venom laid thinly over the lighthearted jest of her words. And yet it all but evaporates with her father's insistence that they should come across a generous handful more of statues carved in his likeness before the day was out. "God help me," she proclaims, rolling her own eyes in turn, "today promises to be a momentous trial for my tolerance of the sight of your face." A cruel sentiment, perhaps, though for any individual who might profess to know the dispositions of both father and daughter it was simply the flickering gleam of yet another facet of the love she bore him.
The pair emerges unto the sunlit avenue moments later, the omnipotent fingers of golden light cascading down the gossamer waves of Anastasia's crimson strands. The sun and its warmth, it seemed, existed in an endless supply in this place... so very unlike most of the rest of the world. It is one of a series of attributes that had, over time, succeeded in endearing the sullen Russian duchess to this place. And so she is content to meander down the cobblestone avenue beside her Maker in silence, surveying the wares of the various vendors displayed beneath the billowing veils of their respective tents. As the impromptu shops grow more sparse, however, Anastasia moves to lean a hefty query unto the easy silence betwixt them. "So, are you going to tell me what you're after, Alexander? Or do you prefer to have me guess?"
Anastasia Romanova
Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia