It was a dark evening in the town of Eden but a brightly lit one to compensate. Eden was named after a man who had died in that valley protecting his people from a barbaric tribe from the north. Now it was a small city with little to do and a lot to say, meaning it was little more than a tourist attraction. Jacklin didn't mind this, the people who came through were from all over the world and she loved sitting at the front of her uncle's cafe and practicing the art of drawing the crowds. All the shapes and sizes were so varied, the faces so defined. She found it was a shame she couldn't draw their accents. The streets of Eden were rocky and preserved since the day they were built in by the conquering force of the Roman Empire. The only other thing that hadn't changed within the town of Eden was the architecture. Heavy and wooden, much like the tools Jacklin used. She sketched another face of a sunny, curly-haired children running along with a stick of fairy floss before retiring to the upper levels of the little cafe. Locally famous but internationally neglected. Jacklin didn't mind this either. After reaching the room she shared with her sister, she looked own onto the people and the city lit through midnight. It wasn't much, but it was home. It was quiet, but it was home. It was somewhat boring without the tourist season, but it was home.