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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    3 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name? 166.137.125.36Posted On January 16, 2018 at 9:41 AM by MIYAKO AIKEN



Miya continues to rant, her anger bubbling over the surface as she jabs a finger in his direction, taking a step forward as if she could actually do something to him. Her chocolate eyes are blazing fiercely at his… brutish demeanor, though, that fierce look is sent out the door almost immediately as she stumbles into the man, her fingers seeking purchase in his muscular arms. Shock and surprise register briefly across her features as she feels the way his hands come up to grip her elbows firmly and yet he’s gentle all the same. Chocolate eyes flick upwards, widened in surprise as she continues to stand there in utter shock, finally registering how huge this man was and that womanly side of her finally notes how very… attractive he is. Her cheeks flame in an instant as she stutters out words that hardly make any sense. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been jabbing fingers at this man, he could easily crush her in a matter of seconds if he so chose to. Blinking up at him, she stands there far longer than she ought to, the man making the first move to straighten her.

Dropping her hands from him instantly, she nervously reaches up to grasp the strap of her messenger bag, a habit she had picked up in recent weeks, a tell-tale sign of her nervousness. Glancing away from him, Miya misses the way he begins to slip his jacket up, her eyes darting up to him only when that heavy leather jacket is draped across her shoulders. Eyes wide, she watches the man in surprise. She had just scolded this man and he was… giving her his jacket to chase off that cold. Blushing furiously, she drops her gaze again to look at the ground, ready to open her mouth and let those flood of words out before the guest speaker is, well, speaking again. She’s entirely engulfed in that jacket, though she hardly complains by that extra warmth, the woman always freezing this time of year, her petite frame doing nothing to ward off the cold. “I’m sorry I called you a sexist jerk,” she mumbles then, cringing at the apology that rolls off her tongue.

When he motions with that hand, her eyes skate across his fingers, noting the tattoos that are etched into his skin briefly before she glances up again, looking down that alleyway. She couldn’t very well just dismiss him, he had helped her and given her his jacket, though, Miya was loathe to admit that she needed help with those boys. Sighing, that anger is entirely gone from her frame only to reveal that tiredness that had so plagued her since last night. “Okay,” she mumbles out, her voice a bit defeated as she begins slowly down that alleyway. She doesn’t quite walk next to the man, her eyes locked on the ground as they finally enter that busy street, the clash of thunder quite near startling her into a stop. Cringing, she glances up, only to be pelted in the face with the first droplets of water. The only thing she hated about living so close to the ocean was that it rained almost every day during the winter. Groaning in utter distaste, she allows her gaze to travel across the street, locating a bar.

“Do you mind if we wait out the storm?” She cringes, looking back at the man, “I forgot my umbrella today and its a long walk home,” she explains, waiting for an answer before hurrying across that street and into the warmth. Her hair nearly drenched from that brief moment in the rain, sighing as her eyes adjust to the dimly lit bar, she’s pleased to see that it was almost empty. Shrugging off the leather jacket, she hands it back to the man, chocolate eyes darting up to him before leading him towards the bar, picking seats at the end so she can lay her own jacket and messenger bag on one side, leaving the seat next to her open if he decided to sit with her. Turning back on him, she raises her brows at him again, “I’m Miya by the way, you’re Mr. Kanaita, right?”

Miyako Aiken



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