Jason let him,gently squeezing his hand to reassure him. Sure,Jason didn't think this as a place that he'd love to vaca on but he wasn't scared of it. He wasn't ready to skip down the walk way though,singing 'Girls just wanna have fun'. (Lol,I used to do that when I was about 5,I ran through stores singing that song in my little squeaky voice,but not anymore.And now my voice is actually very pretty...when I sing that is. xD)

(That's cool! I can't sing worth a bird's dropping xD)

They were trailing Ash through the narrow streets. A warm breeze whispered between crypts, kicking up dust and causing dead leaves to skitter along the ground. Ash seemed quite unfazed about walking through a New Orleans cemetery in the dead of night.

(I doubt you sing that bad,you should hear the other people in the choir I'm in.Some of them don't sound very nice together,no offense to them,but when we all sing together! Oh woah,it's gorgeous! Maybe your just a group singer. ^w^)

Jason only was bothered about cemeteries a little because he knew his mothers body was at one somewhere.He just mostly avoided them incase she was at it,because he didn't know where.
He looked up at Puck and gave a gentle smile to try and make him feel better.

(I don't think so, but thank you! Congrats on being in the choir, btw!)

Puck was about to smile in return before it was possible to catch a shimmer of movement between the crypts, a flutter of something white and ghostly, a woman in a bloodstained hood and cowl, floating over the ground.

Jason looked quickly at the figure and his freckles turned white only at the edges of the bubbling ice blue. "Woah...is...that a ghost?" He said very very softly,not scared but actually a little awed by it. Yeah,sure he'd seen souls of his family when they come back but this wasn't like that.

"Bean sidhe," Puck murmured, sounding like he was trying to stifle his amusement. "Its not unusual to see them here. They often hang around graveyards after the dead have been buried."

Jason watched it still,nodding. "Cool...that's..actually cool."

Puck smiled. "I'm glad one of us thinks that."
Ash snickered before he sobered, and his eyes narrowed, peering around the cemetery. "The real threat will be the Grim, assuming this cemetery has one."

Jason grinned back to Puck but as Ash spoke of 'the Grim' he seemed confused. He wasn't sure what he meant by that.

Puck immediately thought of Grimalkin, the smart-mouthed talking cat who always seemed to pop up when least expected, demanding favors in return for his help. He wondered where the cat was now, if he had returned to the wyldwood. Of course, being in a cemetery, a Grim might also be a grinning skeleton in a black cowl, gliding down the aisles with a scythe in hand.

An eerie howl cut through the night, making Puck jump. Ash froze, lean muscles tightening beneath the fabric of his shirt. A lethal calmness entered his face: his killers mask. The cemetery went deathly still, as if even the ghosts and nursery bogies were afraid to move.