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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

make him the cutest that I've ever seen71.10.198.131Posted On February 13, 2018 at 4:21 PM by Hazel



Bridget Satteree

Hazel’s cheeks burn red first with embarrassment, then with anger. Yes, she may be considered clumsy for tripping over nothing but the pavement and her own feet, but that does not invalidate any manners. Why is no one even glancing at her? No hands offered, so sympathy-filled eyes, no efforts. It’s incredible, in this city people are only kind if they are being paid for it. Otherwise, they’re in a trance. Waking up, going to work, going to bed. At home, in Vienna, men and women alike would be fawning over her, niece of the king or not. Men wanted to be chivalrous, it was something they strived for. Women would go out of their way to make your day any better, they acted as mothers to nearly anyone. Heaven forbid if anyone fell into a trance! Not that they ever could with holidays and festivals around every holiday. The fairy leans back on her knees for just a moment, wiping her chilled hands on her jeans for small pieces of gravel have lodged themselves into her skin. No blood, though, which is a plus. The cold concrete certainly stung, but no serious damage done. Not to her, anyway. Her poor coffee is past saving.

Just as she’s about to stand, a voice of concern stops her in her tracks. Just in time, too, as Hazel had almost lost all hope for this damned populous. It’s a woman, an attractive one at that. Hazel gratefully takes the woman’s outstretched hand with a genuine smile, those tend to come easily from the fae. She’s easily angered, but also easily pleased. It evens out, she believes. I’m okay, just a bit shocked. Shocked, that is, that no one could stand to pause their routine commute for the health of a damsel in distress! She raises her voice and shouts the last sentence to the crowd, her fury seething through her teeth. Sure, she may not consider herself a damsel in distress by any means, but she had to get her point across somehow. Her accent is unique, to say the least. Her native language is Austrian German, but she’s spent more time away in France and Belgium. A few years in the Netherlands, too. Her speech is fluid, yet pronounced. Coming from her throat, yet with graceful diction and purrs. She likes to think it sounds respectable, but when she speaks with unchecked rage, her voice turns into a flamethrower. She smiles at the kind stranger again, all accounts of anger vanishing, Except, of course, you, sweetheart. Thank you. That is, unless she finds out the stranger was paid to help Hazel up, in which case the fae will certainly blow a fuse. Hazel takes a moment to straighten her clothes, then hair. The woman makes a comment about the ice, and the fairy nods. She will certainly take the cold weather as an excuse. In reality, she is no stranger to ice and cold. In fact, it’s almost comforting. It takes her back to the bitter mornings on the front, the peaceful moment after the sun begins to rise but before many of the patients woke up. The temporary tents were always beyond freezing in the winter, which seemed like more than half the time. But there’s no way she’s going to admit that, rather, she tripped over herself.

The other woman continues to speak, her words full of sincere compassion. Hazel’s honey eyes watch her icy ones, she begins to relax muscles she didn’t know were tense. She shrugs off the coffee, though a bit more upset about it than she lets on. It’s okay, the cup cost a fortune though. She studies the woman as she introduces herself brightly, her voice full of vigor. At the mention of a cafe, Hazle's mouth waters. I’m Hazel, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I would really appreciate that, I can get you something. My treat.She notices the drink in Ellie’s hand, maybe she could give the girl a pastry instead. With another smile, Hazel holds her hand out to the woman, expecting a handshake. The rehab nurse said it’s the biggest part of an introduction. Hazel let’s the woman direct her to the cafe, thoroughly impressed with her kindness compared to all of her peers.




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