Sybil grinned. The lake did sound lovely. She shook her head in response. âI donât think weâve been that way yet. Iâm sure Iâd recall the sounds of all those critters.â She turned to Jiji. âJiji, you must take me to this lake,â she said playfully.
âI moved here from Windenburg,â Sybil said rather flatly. It wasnât that she disliked her hometown, but more or less the stereotypes that were associated with it, which she had recently only begun to notice.
Windenburg was, in fact, one of the higher class cities⊠if you could call it a city. It was definitely nothing impressive when you considered itâs close neighbor, Havencrest. Windenburg did not have the tall skyscrapers, bustling CEOs, and lively nightlife Havencrest was known for. But it was home to one of the more prestigious colleges in the area.
Local businesses and shops lined the streets, giving the downtown area a quaint kind of feel. And while there were no clubs open all night, the locals always took to gathering at their favorite German and Irish styled pubs.
Of course, Windenburg was most known for their cookie cutter neighborhoods, where all the homes look relatively the same. The neighborhood roads were all named after some kind of tree or plant and the lawns were green and manicured. One of those shows about trophy housewives could have easily taken place in Windenburg, if one were judging just on first impressions. Despite its stereotypes, the people of Windenburg were generally proud to call it home and prided themselves in their local talents and crafts, making it a unique place for anyone to visit.
Naturally, Sybil didnât notice most of these things. She couldnât have cared less about the manicured lawns or even the old styled bars and pubs. Really, she was too busy with her academics, in high school and in the college, to care much about any of the stereotypes Windenburg sometimes had. While she was aware of these stereotypes, it didnât always occur to her that one might judge her based on her upbringing. If the people of Clearwell turned their noses up to her, thinking her a rich, prep school snob, she likely wouldnât have even noticed. Those kinds of reactions often flew right over her naive head.
âWhat about you? Where did you move from?â
"Windenburg! You lived a lot closer to me than I thought! I moved from the small town just outside of Havencrest close to you--ah, Dove Creek?"
Dove Creek itself was, admittedly, no more than a small town adjacent to Havencrest. It sported a small, close knit community, and on the outskirts were a few farms. It was similar to Clearwell in a lot of respects, though a bit larger. There was more bustle, despite its size. That had to do a lot with being so close to Havencrest.
It also had a creek--hence the town's name--that flowed through the town in a lazy, meandering wiggle of a line. It connected to one of the rivers outside of Havencrest, then spilled southward. While not known for being a tourist location specifically, it did gather a lot of artists.
Like Windenburg, it too was proud to have crafters, and more gardeners than one could count. Thyme's family had been one of the well known garden families. And in fact, Windenburg's university itself had been one of Thyme's college picks (though she ultimately did end up in Havencrest due to it having her preferred program).
She glanced up to the sky, then at Sybil. "Ah, it's not so late in the day, would you like to come by my house? I could show you how to get there, that way you and Jiji know the path. I could make you tea, or coffee."
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