Who: Petit & Ariel Where: Guildhall, then Backstage When: Evening-time What: Going for a walk! Warnings: Not likely unless Petit finds something to curse about.
Ariel had said dusk, and that worked just fine for Petit, she was used to being nocturnal anyway, it ran in the family and it was easier for work. Today, however, it would be perfect for stepping from the solid ground and into the shadows. Any normal every-day shadow was a gateway to the Backstage, where the Shadows lived, at least, they were if someone had the knowledge and the skill, or a guide with the same. Both of which were something Petit had in spades.
Just at that moment she was on the back porch, leaning against the railing and watching the tree shadows stretch across the lawn, fireflies starting to spark to light here and there. Toto was perched on the railing beside her hand, waving all three of his claws in an odd, swaying little dance, kicking out a spindly leg now and again, apparently he knew where they were going and was already in tune with the place, there really was a music Backstage and Petit smiled at the critter's antics, shaking her head and running a finger along his shell.