12:19 P.M.
Celta Breatnach, a woman in her late twenties, was a newcomer. She had recently received a letter from a cousin informing her to come to the Partime Quarter for Christmas. The letter was written last week. The only problem was that there was no return address on the postcard she got. It was like going there blind. She took the responsibility of not letting her cousin down, and decided to head there to try and meet her. Celta took one of the most primitive forms of transportation: stagecoach (or horse carriage for those who don't understand). When she went, she wore a gray sweater and a long red dress with boots. She enjoyed her trip, mainly because it snowed very lightly and it was exquisite. Suddenly, the snow began to become a lot more aggressive later on.
The stagecoach dropped her off after about two days ride. It snowed immensely, and Celta's own apparel couldn't keep her from being bombarded with snow. The sign in front of her read "The Partime Quarter: Welcome". Behind her scarf, she gave a smile and continued to walk forward. There was no one else on the street in the midst of the blizzard. After a few minutes of walking, a bright billboard shone above, which read "Wyvern Tavern". Celta entered through the door, and to her amazement, it was an inn. Inside was really nice and warm. A Christmas tree was displayed in the back while lights and decorations accented every wall. She registered a room for herself, and the room was located upstairs. "Hope you enjoy your stay," the innkeeper told her. She went upstairs to her room, which had everything: king-sized bed, refrigerator, television, radio, lamps, complete bathroom and even more Christmas decorations and one of those complementary shampoo bottles.
"MAIDIN AISEACH COFFEE SHOP"
Open Monday to Saturday
10:30 A.M. to 11:30 P.M.
Established 1864
Today's Special: The Moka Frost
This month's employee: Sharon
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*DISHES*
01. Lamb Pot Eu Feu
02. Daikon Radish
03. Filet Mignon
04. Lobster Mousse
05. Uillean Sea Bass
06. Banana Soleil
07. Tomato Cannelloni
08. Snapper Tuna Combo
09. Cappellini Pasta
10. Ginger Shrimp
11. Crab Hors D'oeurve
12. Foie Gras
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*DRINKS*
01. Cafe Nouveau
02. Peach Cocktail
03. Pumpkin Cappuccino
04. Elikya Red Wine
05. Scotch Creillich
06. Cold Sake
07. Mocha Mocha Blast
08. Strawberry Bourbon
09. Palm Springs Cooler
10. Milk Valer
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3:57 P.M.
Celta left the Wyvern Tavern and headed out to see the rest of the town. She put on her usual attire and decided not to take any public transportation. Outside, it had gotten better from the snowstorm. However, there were still mounds of snow all over the place. The strange part was that they've all been shoveled away to the sides already. She wanted some food, and after a couple blocks of walking, she saw a vaguely lit place down the street. As she walked toward it, she heard a noise from an alley behind the Quarter's Ristorante DeSimone. She turned her head and noticed someone or something moving around the thrown away boxes. Celta ignored it and entered the place. It was called "Maidin Aiseach".
Inside was cozy. It was some sort of pub but in a maltshop fashion. She stepped up to the bar and took a seat. One of the employees came up to her and asked her for anything. "Look at our menu," the man stated. She ordered something and then watched the news on television. "Since the day of that terrible blizzard, a little girl has been found missing. She is the daughter of Galway Fair director Eimear Quinn," the newscaster said. A picture of the girl was presented. Celta turned around and noticed that the little girl who was on the news was sitting in one of the seats. "Hey, it's you," Celta said to her. The little girl got frightened and ran out the door, holding on to her backpack and stuffed bear. "Wait!" Celta screamed. She quickly tried to follow her, but when she stepped outside, the girl was nowhere in sight.
8:16 P.M.
Celta decided to take a trip to the church before attending the Quarter's much anticipated Galway Fair. The small church was called "Creid Cathedral". Inside was very medieval influenced. Everything was made of stone and the seats were wooden. The altar in the front was stone as well. Large pillars reached to the very top of the ceiling with carved statues of various Saints in between them. The windows were stain-glass and the entrance was a tall wooden double-door. She took a seat and sitting next to her was a young blind man. "Is someone there?" the blind man asked. "Yes," Celta replied. She noticed his dog. "Wow, I've never seen a dog before," she reacted. "Never?" the blind man asked. "Nope, only in picture books as a kid," Celta responded. They exchanged conversations and both of them left the Creid Cathedral together.
They both went their own ways, and Celta had a feeling the man knew his way back home. She went to the Galway Fair. It was a spectacle. Fireworks and tall, burning lamps lit up the place while numerous booths with lines of people crowded the area, which took up the entire Soave Mosso market. She soon sighted a mother and daughter together with a couple police cars and an ambulance, and joined a group of people looking on. "It's that little girl," Celta said to herself, and was happy for both of them. She had a smile on her face. "The missing child has now been found," a news reporter stated to all. The reporter asked the mother what was her daughter's name. "Muireann," the mother replied. "Muireann Quinn," said the little girl. She had finally found her.
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