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

RAVEN a keg of gunpowder; in love with a spark


Posted on August 20, 2014 by Marrea Donnelly
South
The inexplicable draw of the wild corners of the world had always frustrated her elegant, reserved mother, but her father, the ancient Celt, had always encouraged it. It was his blood she got that from anyway, that wildness in her. Growing up, she'd explored all the untouched parts of Europe with him--and humans thought they'd conquered this lovely world. There were still places their eyes hadn't seen, but her father, a scant few hundred years younger than the Irish hillsides he called home, knew all those secrets. He taught his daughter to listen to the way the woods breathed, to cherish the clean scent of starlit streams and blossoming leaves.

It was that scent she followed now, blossoming leaves and sweet, rotting leaves. Her mother's family had never understood the pull of nature on petite, pretty Marrea, whose delicate build and easy grace made her appear more French than wild Celt. Her mother understood, maybe, more than she cared to admit.

But all that was far behind her now. It was just before sunrise when Marrea stepped into the forest. Fae folk tended to be in love with starry skies, holding their feasts and dances only on clear nights and always lit only by the moon and stars. Marrea, while drawn to the night, feared it when she was in cities. If she was in the wild or among her own kin, darkness held no fear for her, despite its drain on her powers.

She chose this time to explore the forest, when she could still look up and see the stars through the faint gray of the impending daybreak. Wanting to feel closer to the earth, Marrea slipped off her shoes and wriggled her toes into the damp, cool dirt. She breathed in deep, the refreshing smells of the forest washing over her. She moved her bare feet slowly in the first few beginning steps of one of the jigs her father had taught her as a child. The wilds always awakened the urge in her to dance, to feel more at one with nature in its slow, glorious dance of life.

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