Isiea just follows them.

Lise just kept walking after the boys.

After nearly an hour of walking, they reached the city streets. New Orleans pulsed with life and activity. Rustic shops and buildings lined the street, many stacked two or three stories atop one another, with railings and verandas overlooking the sidewalk. Strains of jazz music drifted into the street, and the spicy smell of Cajun food drifted down the street.

Isiea really doesn't like this.

Lise likes it. Shes literally never been anywhere besides her home town, so this is a nice change of human pace.

"Gawk later." Grimalkin poked Lise in the shin with a claw. "We are not here to sightsee. We have to get to the French Quarter. One of you, find us some transportation."

"Where exactly are we going?" Ash questioned as Puck flagged down a carriage pulled by a sleepy-looking red mule. The mule snorted and pinned his ears as they piled inside, but the driver smiled and nodded. Grimalkin leaped onto the front seat.

"The Historic Voodoo Museum," he told the driver, who didnt look at all fazed by a talking cat. "And step on it."

Isiea just hops onto Ares. He can surely keep up with a carriage.

" Don't poke me. " she said as she sat down.

Definitely.

The carriage and Ares soon pulled up to a shabby-looking building in the French Quarter. A pair of simple black doors stood beneath the overhang, and a humble wooden sign proclaimed it the New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum. Dusk had fallen, and the sign in the grimy window read Closed. Grimalkin nodded to Puck, who muttered a few words under his breath and tapped on the door. It opened with a soft creak, and he stepped inside.

Isiea follows, hopping off of Ares.