"Let us go," Grimalkin said, leaping onto a giant pink mushroom. The cat's tail bristled and his eyes darted about. "The oracle is not far, but we should hurry."
"Why so nervous, Grim?" Puck drawled, gazing around the park. "I think we should stay for a bit, soak up the atmosphere." He grinned and waved at a small girl peeking at him from behind a cottage, and she ducked out of sight.
"Too many kids here," Grimalkin said, glancing nervously over his shoulder. "Too much imagination. They can see us, you know. As we really are. And unlike the hob over there," he said, referring to a short faery playing on the shoe with several children, "I do not relish the attention."

Jason only nodded,as to say he agree'd,he didn't like this place and all the things full of lifeless color.

A boy of about three saw them and approached, his eyes on Grimalkin. "Kitty, kitty," he crooned, holding out both hands. Grimalkin flattened his ears and hissed, baring his teeth, and the boy recoiled. "Beat it, kid," he spat, and the boy burst into tears, running toward a couple on a bench. They frowned at their son's wailing about a mean kitty and glanced up at them.

"Right, time to go," Puck said, striding away. Grim took the lead, obviously glad about leaving. They left Storyland, as it was called on a sign by the exit, through a gate guarded by Humpty Dumpty and Little Bo Peep, and they walked through a park filled with truly giant oak trees draped in moss and vines.

Jason shivered as they left,feeling a little bad for the crying child. He'd seen Silver cry so much that when small children and younger teens cried it pulled at him and made him feel guilty.

There were faces peering at them from the trunks of the trees, women with beady black eyes. Puck blew kisses at a few of them, and Ash bowed his head respectfully as they passed. Even Grimalkin nodded to the faces in the trees.

After nearly an hour of walking, they reached the city streets

Jason just ducked his head respectively,tho unsure why the others did as they did but didn't want to find out the hard way.

None of them said anything for a moment, Ash giving Jason a pointed look to tell him to do the same. 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 down the street as well as the spicy smell of Cajun food.

Jason understood the look and kept himself mute. But he opened his mouth and took in the scent of the place,closing his mouth sharply as the scents overwhelmed a bit. He wasn't used to it.

Grim was the first to speak. "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.

Jason didn't say a thing,not wanting to go against what Ash had said in the look. His eyes softened at the mule,a fanged smile coming to his face.