#salem.starter

Waves crashed against the shore, the tide high enough for the wildlife to roam, the tidepools thriving with life. Feyre listened to the waves, enjoying the comforting breeze that followed the water and the warm sun on her face. 

[ Location: Midhaven Bar]

A loud sigh escaped Micah’s lips as he walked down the main street. The recent outages had made life a bit more difficult for him. With most sales systems down and places only taking cash he only had a enough on him for a morning cup of coffee and a bagel. The wolf had more stashed away at home, but didn’t really think about it before leaving. Taking a bite from his bagel he sat down at a nearby bench and started to people watch. 

it´s not the first time he´s been stuck in the office with back-to-back meetings, and it certainly won´t be the last. he sits at his desk, a sigh releasing the breath he hadn´t been aware he was holding. the sound of footsteps coming from the hall just outside his office has him sitting up in his chair, adjusting the lapel of his suit jacket as he waits for the next audience member. ¨please, take a seat,¨ he begins, gesturing to the chair across from him. ¨what can i help you with today?¨

Even just under the holiday lights, you could still see glimmers of glitter in the teachers hair. Holiday crafts, though they were cute and the kids loved them, often left Theo looking similar to the classroom floor. But hey, by the time he was done there were glittery snowflakes hanging from his ceiling, and the kids would be amazed by tomorrow. 

“I’ve been here my entire life and this event has never been interrupted or cancelled,” Addie began with a thoughtful sort of look. “Something about this seems really off. I’ve just got a weird feeling about it,” she continued as she glanced surreptitiously around looking for any sign of wandering spirits. “What do you think is happening?”

the sounds of a bustling dock ring out onto the open sea. metal chains clanging as they´re piled on top of themselves, orders shouted across ships and over moving heads, and the randomly mixed sounds of his crew being less-than-charming rush david as he opens his main office´s door. he´s met with two delivery men, just who he had been expecting. stepping aside to let them in, his eyes land on a stray figure wandering closely behind the two men. ¨tharr´s no business for ya here,¨ he begins, his voice one that has seen so many shores the accents begin to meld. it holds strong notes of scotland and is friendly, albeit stern in his misunderstanding of what his friend meant by ¨tell them you´re still closed for now¨. he slips his thumbs into the belt he wears, letting go of the door to lean on it instead. ¨you can go now.¨