• Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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.

  • Edit

    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.

Love Like There Won't Be A Tomorrow {Navi}12.216.225.10Posted On February 13, 2018 at 3:12 PM by Maera Kaitrín Carrick


It was a new city. No, a new world. There was no denying that it was all a little overwhelming for the witch, but all the same, it wasn’t as though she had been able to choose between either staying in Ireland or leaving her breathtaking birthlands. On the contrary, it had been a… stressful ordeal. While the living situation for her family had been under a great deal of tension over the last few months, things only seemed to have gotten worse and worst. Then, the day came that her mother and father came to her in the night, shaking her gently awake from that slumber no more than a couple weeks ago.”Maera, we need to go”, the hushed voice of her mother had whispered quietly in the darkness as her father stood there in the doorway, strong frame rigid with nervousness as he seemed to be watching for something. Or someone. It wasn’t a secret to the young woman that their family was but one of the many that were under attack. It was no secret to the many families of witches and warlocks that The Hand Of Balor had grown stronger. So strong even, that it seemed they were adamant on sacrificing their own kind for what they were so hellbent on believing as the greater good, trying to appease the being that they worshiped with the sterling blood of their own kin so that they could be granted his power and take over not only Ireland, but the world. It was terrifying, but even more than that, it was devastating. Her family had always been close, and while they were hardly one of the larger families in the that beautiful country she missed with every beat of her heart, they were well-known – if not even respected and looked up to. Perhaps that was why The Hand Of Balor had pursued The Carricks with such a ravenous and wicked hunger.

And so, that night, the family had been driven from their safe house as the screams of their brethren sounded through the darkness. It was a tell-tale sign that their chance to escape was frightfully short, that if they did not take that chance then and there to flee, they would have succumbed to the same fate as her aunt and uncle… Still, the news weighed heavily on Maera’s spirit. They’d been such good and kind people, so ready and willing to do anything for those that they called friends and family. For them to have been murdered as cruelly as they had, it was enough to bring forth that threat of tears to her brilliant blue-green eyes that her mother had always told her reflected the sea on its calmest days. And her poor cousin, Killian… She couldn’t even imagine what he’d gone through. It was a wonder in and of itself that he’d managed to make it to Maera and her parents before those damned beings were able to get to him. That was when everything really seemed to escalate back home. The family could hardly stay in one place for long, always moving around to do what they could to stay safely hidden and as far away from the murderous coven that they could. And it worked for a little while. Eventually, Killian had decided that he wanted to try and make a life for himself beyond all that he’d ever known, and it had been difficult for Maera to say goodbye to her best friend in the entire world, but she only ever wanted the best for the Irishman. They’d grown up together, being as close as brother and sister really despite the fact that they were really only cousins, so naturally a part of her had been hesitant to let go of him the day that he’d packed up what little belongings he had, but in the end, she had to. He deserved to go wherever it was that his heart carried him in life, even if it meant away from home.

She sits there on that park bench, eyes as bright and peaceful as the ocean admiring the beauty of the freshly fallen snow that draped itself over the gently rolling hills of Hyde Park. With legs crossed beneath her and her beloved acoustic guitar held in her hand and beneath her arm, she strums gently away at those cords, crimson hair stirring around her shoulders in a winter breeze hat brushes gently past her, the chill coloring her nose and cheeks a rosy hue. How thankful she was for the thick navy-blue sweater and matching beanie the young witch was as she played that soft and soothing tune, a gentle smile dancing across pink lips. Sitting happily on her shoulder, a blue slate splash pigeon, feathers fluffed as he buried his beak into his wing, clearly enjoying the chords that Maera played, the cockbird opening his brilliant eye every once in a while, giving Maera a curious look to the woman. They were quite the pair, those two. Ever since Killian left, she’d longed for a companion, and happened to find it in the handsome pigeon that followed her wherever he could when she didn’t confine him to the house if she deemed it necessary. It was when the bird stirs, lifting his head to glance towards the trees that the witch pauses in that easy strumming as she turns to look up at the pigeon.”What is it, Eurostar?”, she asks him casually, as if just maybe he might answer her back. She shifts in her seat then, looking over her shoulder to see if perhaps he might have spotted another pigeon or if a hawk was roosting within the evergreens not far from where the duo sat. Whatever it was, it was enough to awaken the pigeon from his contented dozing… She continues to look, eyes squinting as if it might help for her to find whatever it was that might be out of place.


Maera Kaitrìn Carrick
If You Ever Find Yourself Stuck In The Middle Of The Sea, I'll Sail The World To Find You


Replies

Post A Reply