But that didn't matter. She had just met some faeries. Real ones.
They wanted her help. Her help to save Baltimore. Because Baltimore was losing it's magic and imagination. Yes, it had art and color. But crime had gotten to the better of it.
Even the Brandywine River museum looked cleaner than Patterson Park or Highland Town, or Liberty Heights for that matter.
The faeries had given her one special power:
The power of color. Her job was to bring it back to the people of Highland Town. And it was working, slowly.
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She started off with the local Tavern, the Venice Tavern that nobody dared to go in because they were terrfied of it. She made the outside of the Tavern shine with some silver and the stairs to smell like roses.
She could tell some people were less terrifed to walk by it, because the shineness and the smell of roses scared off the dangerous people.
Occasionally she would see people singing joyus music at Christmas Time on the streets, and nobody bugged them. She was thankful for that.
That's what she needed to add. Was music. Healtlhy music. Not the kind that scared a cat, or a neighbore, or shook an entire neighborehood like at Bordertown. Happy Music.
Fae music. How she would pull it off she wouldn't know... Thats when she went back to her favorite place by the pond, the only nature left in the entire town.
And called the Raven for help.
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