Pixie had been left to explore this new magical area, well, she'd been left to explore the harbour, but it had been loud and just....no. So she'd wondered into a street where the clouds seemed to suddenly keep all the sun away, where the buildings seemed darker. It was quieter, better. Pixie didn't know what this street held but it felt far more magical than the last one she'd been in. That had felt fake, like disney, this felt grimey, like an old brother's grimm story. The originals. She got the feeling it wasn't particularly safe...but it was nicer to her. She liked it, even if she wasn't really supposed to. She wouldn't turn back either determined to see where this street would take her. What wonders she might see as part of this simply magical dark place. Perhaps it wouldn't be any more magical or interesting as where she'd just been but it would still be better, there was none of that disgusting crowd.