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    The South

    Although the southern parts of the city might not have the luxuries of the north or the down town vibe of the east, but these suburbs still have their own sort of charm. Here small neighborhood owned shops often run rampant, individuals often know each other by first name. The west is a quaint, quiet part of town. It's the sort of place where children can be seen playing safely on the sidewalks and clamoring in the park. On the weekends in the families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters that surround the city.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    owned by Adelaide Labelle
    3 employees

    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

    Owner Adelaide Labelle

    Barkeeper Killian Carrick
    Waitress Abigail Hughes
    Waitress Elain Daray

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    Hyde Park

    Hyde Park

    Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.

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    The Outskirts

    The Outskirts

    Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often times seen as a way to guard this magical city from the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.

Are the birds of a feather that clever?; On October 28, 2017 at 12:02 PM by Iliana Amaranth

iliana amaranth

She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;

The fairy woman nearly danced through the forest, she moved rhythmically to a tune only know to her. She was swift like a rabbit, carrying her newfound spoils, tucked carefully away in the deep pockets of her jacket. She was knowingly followed, trying to play with the crow’s sharp senses. No matter how she tried to slip away in an unannounced game of hide and seek, he always managed to find her. Either he was the smartest crow ever or the creature cheated. Regardless, it was fun, these moments were certainly not taken for granted. The peculiar thing was that he was not really a crow, no matter how much she called him such he was truly a raven. No matter what he was, he was her friend. Sometimes he would bring her prizes in exchange for some company and treats that only humans could obtain. He was the only one that could be trusted with her secret hiding spot within those woods.

But something wasn’t quite right, the forest felt stiller than usual, even the breeze seemed to stop its rattling of leaves. Regardless, she made quick work of storing her spoils tucked away within that hollowed out tree. She put back the dirt and random rocks back in their place, perfectly placed in the same position she last left them. She looked around, eyes darting about from left to right to make sure no one followed. She had a few secret stashes scattered about, but this one was her favourite, a massive oak with mangled look branches that her crow friend perched upon on the lookout and the trunk looked warped so that it had an elfish looking face on it.

The duo continued to talk back and forth, sweet little nonsensical things to others and yet made perfect sense to themselves. They spoke of many things, mentioning that even though she tried to pretend she was human, she didn’t act like the rest. How could she when she was so very different? Her mind seemed to work in ways most people would not understand. They bickered back and forth lightheartedly for some time that they already made it out of the forest. How long had truly passed, she wasn’t entirely certain, but the shadows given from the autumn sun had changed. The days seemed to blend seamlessly, one into the next, winter nipping at its heels.

She spoke aloud to the crow that hoped through the grass, happy to trail beside the girl instead of flying. She spoke loudly without a care in the world. How often she lost track of time, lost in her own head or in some tangent with her companion. Most of her time had been spent befriending some kind of creature or even on the hunt for those pretty little gems she collected. He moved like a wounded bird among the scattered wings, his fluttering at times to add momentum, but she hadn’t really noticed. “You’re going to be leaving me soon.” She spoke softly to her companion those thoughts that entered her mind. She peers up at the trees that have started to turn. Soon snow would blanket the world in white and while some crows stayed, a good portion left.
“No I won’t.” He stated rather matter of factly, he was so very patient for a bird.

“Yes you will. It gets too cold for your little crow feet.” She said worriedly.

“I’m not a crow, I’m a Raven. My feet don’t get cold. Not like human’s do.” His response made her frown slightly.

“They don’t? I don’t believe you.” She said, thoughtful, not paying her attention to where she was going. Yet it was entirely possible, she wasn’t a crow, how did she know what happened to their feet in the cold?

This odd but entirely normal conversation went on for longer than she even realised. “Plus, how are you supposed to meet Mrs Crow if you don’t play with the others.” Surely this would knock some sense within the raven.

“I don’t like the others.” His voice was deadpan, while to the rest of the world it sounded like a series of caws and strange bird noises.

“When was the last time you tried talking to them?” She questioned, raising a brow in challenge.

If birds could roll their eyes Mr. Crow would have, he cawed at her in obvious disapproval.

Just as Iliana was about to open her mouth to speak her case, she absentmindedly and terribly ungracefully went flying through the air, tripping over a leg she hadn’t previously seen. The Fairy woman somehow missed the man the sitting propped up against a tree entirely, an obvious hazard for the blissfully unaware woman lost in that consuming conversation. She ended up a clumsy haphazard broken heap upon the ground with an ungraceful thud. Oof. Mr. Crow cawed and screamed his little birdy scream as if ready to attack the current threat. He looked pretty imposing when he was flapping about, cawing like that. The poor unsuspecting snoozing man, minding his own business, taking a little nap.

She took a second to recover, confusion at what happened. She was not normally this blissfully unaware and yet here she was tripping over someone’s feet. How rude of her. Mr.Crow was not making matters any better as he flapped his large raven wings, telling off the man. She scrambled to get up quickly, her pale locks spread about wildly exposing her pointed ears. Those ears she almost always kept hidden. “I’m so sorry.. I wasn’t paying attention.. Did I hurt you?” she asked concern in her voice, leaves and small twigs managing to find its way tangled in the pale tangles she possessed for hair.

She gives the crow a stern look. “Don’t you dare call them that, I wasn’t paying any attention.” she huffs at him before her silvery eyes rest upon the man, who happened not to be a mere man at all, but like her. He was fae. Well, this was an uncommon occurrence. It wasn’t every day she quite literally stumbled upon a fae. She was quite certain he would hate her now. The first fae she had met in months and she had to assault him. This wasn’t like her at all. A nervousness washes over her as she peered about, feeling more and more like trapped deer wanting to flee.

barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain;


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