Brenda slithers after her!

Walk walk walk toward the exit from the Avalon. They really should have looked up whether this was against Avalon laws. The next time nobody is paying her any attention, she asks softly, "Is this illegal?"

"...only if I get caught?"

"By, like, a human, right, not by the grumpy guy who hangs out at the door. Though ideally not by him either."

"Right, only if I get caught by a human."

In that case, full speed ahead. Maybe a little less than full speed if not being able to see herself slows Brenda down a bit.

It doesn't seem to!

Then they reach the exit pretty soon. Margaret behaves exactly as she always does.

They meet no suspicion from the door guard!

"Eeeeeee," says Brenda in a small voice once they're out of his earshot.

Discreet thumbs-up in the direction of the "eeeeeee" and turn towards the park. The sun is just starting to go below the horizon.

Brenda slithers along otherwise very quietly; you could mistake the noise for a windbreaker swishing against itself.

Whereas Margaret is making her footsteps slightly louder than usual. They get to the park without doing anything that would make someone blink.

The park has some trees, and a lawn, and a small basketball court, and a pond with benches next to it.

"It's so pretty here," Brenda murmurs, when they're away from prying ears.

"It really is, especially in the evenings," she answers, just as softly. The sky is a dozen different shades of pink and gold, and the pond is too. 

Brenda watches the sun set in silence till it's dark.

Between magic and school, it's been a while since Margaret has spent such a long time watching the world around her. It's nice.

Once the sunset is finished, they can walk towards the more densely streetlit areas of town and look at some stores.

Well, "walk".

It's hard to tell that much about how Brenda's feeling since she's keeping quiet and invisible.

It's hard to be a tour guide when neither you nor the "tourist" can talk or make obvious gestures, but she'll do her best to lead Brenda past places she might find interesting and subtly point them out. There's the art store with its harshly painted facade and window display of coral beads and chalk; there's the fish market with piles of fish and a tank of live lobster; there's the garden store with lots of potted plants on display.

Occasionally Brenda touches her arm to indicate that she wants to linger somewhere a bit longer - the art store in particular she stares into for a while.

Margaret kind of suspected Brenda would want to stare at the art store! She will let herself be guided and avoid flinching when touched unexpectedly and stand so that people moving to avoid her will be directed away from Brenda.

Brenda manages not to trip anyone in her coils. Eventually she taps Margaret again to signal she's ready to move on.

Then on they shall move. There's the elementary school Margaret went to, and a bus station, and someone walking a large fluffy dog, and a bunch of posters about the joys of not littering.

"I wish I could pet the dog," whispers Brenda.

Solemn nodding. Possibly also some scheming, in the form of wondering if the animal shelter will let her borrow a dog for a day without asking too many questions. 

Brenda does not make any ill-advised dog-petting attempts.