"Touch to enter?" Clara mused, reaching out towards the painting. Her ears twitched under her hood as she thought about it, though she had obviously already decided what to do. As her hand brushed the oil, she felt a wrenching in her abdomen as she was pulled in. 

On the other side, she instintcually landed on her feet, then rolled to absorb the impact. Unfortunately, she managed to roll directly into the nearest person, and wound up knocking them both sprawling.

"Ow..." she muttered, sitting up and rubbing her head, then immediately froze. Her hood had fallen off durring the fall, and worse yet, she could feel her tail laying against the grass.

"Oh crap," she said, grabbing her tail and trying to hide it with her body.