East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired 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. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
Barista Alexis Wilde

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 flair 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.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Griffin

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

skipping double dutch and making daisy chains; Amelia


Posted on October 14, 2018 by Maeve Liliwen
East




The little blonde fae girl would dance forever if she could. It could cause those strange violet eyes to light up with such unparalleled joy. You would never even guess the pale golden haired girl had been a foster child. Well, the little fae girl with hair like early golden sunshine was still technically a foster child, but Lani and Andras had promised her homes with each of them, and Roman looked after her like a doting uncle, and she had everyone at the Ark, as well as Nadya. And the little girl, whose eyes not so long ago had looked so very sad and lonely, finally found herself not so lonely or so sad anymore. She had found yet another reason to widen her smile.

Maeve had seen from a young age, how in this world, not everything was as beautiful as dance and music and art, in fact many things were not beautiful at all. Sin, heartbreak, illness. There was so much that made the world seem hard, and in some cases almost impossible. There were obstacles every step of the way, just waiting to try and tear down the hopes, dreams, and faiths of those that stood before. But when you are there, standing with a dream in one hand and an accomplishment in the other, Maeve is just a child, and she forgets all of those bad things that happened as easily as sliding on rose tinted glasses. She is certainly no stranger to the files of the world, but Maeve endures with the kind of grace of an ageless queen and it does not ruin her

The ballet classroom had emptied. The golden haired child relishes in the moment of being alone aside from some of the staff members. It then that the fair skinned and golden girl can dance like no one is watching, because no one was, it was Maeve and Maeve alone. But when the petite fae girl dances on her own, she doesn't feel lonely, the golden haired child only feels the peace that she can only gain from these moments of solitude, with nothing but the rhythm in her body, and the light patter of ballet shoes on wood floors.

The fae child then halts her dancing as she realizes it is time to go, that either Beylani or Andras or Roman would be picking her up. She halts for a moment to look into her reflection, staring into her own eyes that look so young, but hold this sense of wisdom to them far beyond her own age. And then those violet eyes close, fluttering beneath those long, innocent lashes of hers. The golden haired child traces the lines of her face, the face of a faerie child, the face of the fae people. The same face of Beylani and Andras, but unlike them, Maeve continues to grow and change, not yet frozen in time as the other faes were. Maeve, being so young hadn't given much thought into the concept of time or immortality. She has not thought about how the golden hair atop her head will never grey, nor the fair skin stretching over young, light bones will never wrinkle. Her eyes will never dull with age, and her bones will never creek with weariness. But she is not thinking anything like those sorts of thoughts as her hands run briefly over those delicately pointed ears, the things that mark her what she was. A small smile tugs softly at her lips. She undoes the bun from her hair, letting those blonde locks tumble downwards, slightly crinkled from being up and so tightly done. She lets the hair snuggle over her pointed ears, she knew she had to hide them, that the dark hunters were trained to look for such things, but Maeve was still too young to entirely understand why someone would care so much about her pointed ears and whether or not she was fae or human.

Maeve then goes and gathers her things, ballet shoes, tap shoes, cover up and throws it into her dance bag before pulling her street clothes out to put on over her leotard and tights. The day had been chilly and so she has in her bag a cream sweater and a pair of dulled yellow pants, before slipping on a pair of little brown boots, the zipper sliding easily upwards as the boots enclose her tiny, child feet. She goes out into the main room where the window reveal to her that the golden rays of the sun no longer shine down. The pale child hardly frowns though at the sight of the sun having left the sky until the following morning. Maeve, the strange fae child with hair like liquid gold merely presses her small face against the glass, hoping to see the face of one of her guardians. But alas, the child with pale golden hair sees no one. She sighs as she tucks some of that golden hair behind her ear as the blonde child wonders where perhaps they may be.

It is as the child is watching with such strange, quiet assurance, content and peaceful, that a sweet and shy smiles finds its way to her face. A bright giggle too bubbles atop her lips. For the girl with hair as light as cream presses her pale body away from the glass as she sees someone walking by, a womanâ€"with a baby. She opens the door and whispers out towards her, "Hello," she says as quietly as she would to a butterfly cupped between her hands. Her breath breathes a tiny cloud of steam into the chilly night air. The golden haired child then steps out from the doorway towards the woman, her steps light and airy, graceful even when she isn't trying to be. It is almost too obvious, even without seeing the delicate point of her ears of what Maeve is, fae people being such a rarity it would seem that it stuck in people's minds when they met one. A wide grin finds her face, Maeve had always loved children, and had adored all the babies she had met in foster care, wanting to help take care of all of them. Her grin reduces to a simper as she does her best to curtsey. "I am Maeve," she says gently before peering at the woman with lavender eyes. "Who are you?"
Maeve Liliwen
image by Wang Xi

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