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

and we wind up in the same place


Posted on May 20, 2020 by Carolina Grace Bedford
South

lost souls and reverie

Her eyes roved the intricate shelves, the wide arrays of containers and bottles with labels and words that she probably couldn't begin to understand, but the magic contained in the shop was nearly palpable. It was warm, inviting, and lacking the typicl neoteric stylings so many of the new modern shops possessed. Sorcha had come a long way since the night they had met one another in the woods. She had been freshly returned to Sacrosanct then, barely more than skin and bones in either form with fresh scars and fear to match. She can still remember the moonlight shining in the clearing where she had found the witch working her magic, the sense of calm that had settled over her for the first time she could remember in recent history. The echoes of that night she felt still, even though she had not laid eyes on the mysterious woman since. She had heard rumors of her after, enough to eventually put a name to the face she had seen lit by fire and the moon though the mention of her had faded off eventually and she had never crossed her path again.

Yet standing in the interior of her business, the sounds from outside muted through the wood and glass, the remnants of that night played at the edges of her night. The scent and feel of the magic and Sorcha so familiar, she simply could not help the name that crossed her lips and fell upon the silent interior. She can hear movement from behind the shelves moments before the dark-haired woman appears from behind them. Confusion was clear on her face, and it made sense seeing as Carolina had never been able to find her again and the witch had only ever seen her on four paws. Before her time there she knew the Sorcha had once sold her wares out of the Ark, but though Raven had known her by name it obviously was not common knowledge; there were not many snow leopards around town that she knew of.

She gave Sorcha a soft smile at her question and a gentle roll of her shoulders to hopefully her at ease. "Only once, and a long time ago." Her voice was a touch weary, not enjoying the memories of the time before the city had worked its own brand of healing magic on her, and there had been many deep wounds both literal and metaphorical which needed it. "In the forest under the moon, though I may have looked a bit different. Spots, a tail, some fluffy ears." She laughed lightly, holding her hands up on either side of her head as if that would paint the picture and wondering if the potion master would even remember that chance encounter so long ago. No doubt she was wondering just how a were had tracked her down after all this time. "I was curious after we met that night. I work at the Ark, or well I used to... and I found out who you were. I had about given up hope of ever seeing you again though, until I caught your scent today." Her smile turned a bit sheepish, her hands running through her tousled blonde hair in a purely self-conscious move. Sure she could manage a room full of drunk weres begging for a fight, but making friends made her nervous.

Carolina Grace Bedford.

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