Halle's offer to go had been impulsive, and based half on the fact that no one wanted to really tell her what was going on. The rousties had been close-lipped, and everyone seemed to be weirded out by the witches – which was fair, she guessed, except there were so many more thing to be weirded out by! The brawny shifter in the statue garden, for instance. Or the sirens who chatted up the customers in their burlesque tent like they were picking out lobsters for supper.
Comparatively, the witches didn't seem so bad.
"It's so... shiny," Halle observed from over Ghede's shoulder, her blonde head popping up as she leaned onto her toes, peering over from what she considered a relatively safe place. "I've never seen the Veil so thin before. That's brilliant." It was more than just the Veil, of course; Halle could see more at work in the rift, the convergence of things that she didn't quite have a natural understanding of. But she could certainly feel the curtain between the worlds and the presence of other spirits. They pulled at her consciousness, half-visible to her borrowed eyes.
"I've seen portals before, but nothing like this." She ventured just a little closer, this time looking out from Ghede's side, but she didn't go any further. "How do you cross? Just... step through and hope?"