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
there's beauty in the breakdown
Posted on May 29, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
A dainty hand raises, slender fingers absentmindedly toying with the copper waterfall that has fallen from her ponytail, the otherwise soft features of her downturned face a testament to the mental turmoil that has been beset upon her. She is a creature largely dictated by the ever-insistent and playful tug of curiosity, consumed and entertained by the promise of knowledge to be gleaned and mystery to be pilfered from the darkened smog of uncertainty. And it is from beyond this treacherous smog that a voice once again permeates; though the syllables are not laced in traditionally accusatory of condescending tones, the young woman's brow crinkles ever so slightly inwards. "I get out plenty, just... not to the right places, apparently."
The rapidity of her blurted questions is nearly comical, though truly she regrets her curious indulgence near immediately as the realization of her own flagrant acrimony dawns so readily upon her. Curiosity was her trait, but so too was its awareness. The timely and meaty thud of a tail upon pavement, however, sees her head turn in a most quizzical fashion, the soft bud of a simper eclipsing the doubt and shame that had lingered there only moments earlier. Isolt drinks of the other's answers with the vigor of a thirst-withered nomad wandering aimlessly through the driest desert. Aaron had speculated incessantly over the details of the various fabled species, each of his contemplations more far-reaching and seemingly absurd than the one that had come before it... and yet, so many of them proven to be accurate.
Her beautiful and blossoming smile wilts, though, with one particularly worrisome phrase woven so subtly into the grander whole. It hurts being human. An axiomatic truth if ever there had been one, an ironclad and irrefutable law of the human (or partially-human) experience... and one to which Isolt was all-too-familiar, though the evidence of this internal contemplation shows enough mercy as to not lace itself into her features. "My brother and I used to daydream about what it might be like to be a werewolves when we were younger. He talked about it so much I thought it was one of his greatest goals in life." A look of whimsy overtakes her then, the crystalline blue of her eyes growing distant, sparkling with the recollection of one of many painfully found memories. She is pulled from this, wretched form the traditionally downward spiral she knows she treads, by the assertion that her counterpart offers. "Well... thank you, I suppose." It is a dry attempt, an arid mockery of actual humor, unearthed from the depths of her own wildly swirling mind. She decides instead upon a far more traditional nicety. "My name is Isolt, by the way."
Whatever else she might have offered in the way of polite conversation dies upon her tongue, stolen away from them by the soft padding of rubber soles against pavement. "Uh... many, but maybe those are best saved for later. I had better be getting back," she asserts, rising upon newly-strengthened legs to meander back from whence she had come. The young woman offers her counterpart once last kindly glance and few softly spoken words. "You be careful."
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