They head back to the river.

She nods.

He follows

The city of the dead stretched away before them, stark and black under the swollen yellow moon, steaming in the humid air. Rows upon rows of crypts, tombs, and mausoleums lined the narrow streets, some lovingly decorated with flowers, candles, and plaques, others crumbling with age and neglect. Some of them looked like miniature houses, or even tiny cathedrals, spires and stone crosses raking the sky. Statues of angels and weeping women peered down from rooftops, looking stern or in the throes of grief. Their hollow eyes seemed to follow me down the tomb-lined alleyways.

Well...this was new to her.

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

She dives into the river, letting the child lead the way.

Oberon waits at the shore for a moment

Well of course they are. But shes not. Its creepy here and she hates cemeteries.

Puck was tempted to scare her but decided against it. For now.