"How is t that hypocrisy is irrelevant?" Mab asked, sounding genuinely curious if angry still, frowning in response to Ringer's assessment. "We have not, ere yesterday in fact, claimed territories of this realm. We have remained largely uninvolved in thine petty disputes. If 't be true thou wish't to lay censure, behold those who hath drawn our attention. A few minor Fae playing art no more dangerous than thine mortal monsters. Thy people has't drawn the attention of the high Fae." And with a motion of her hand the sky opened up above them, clouds gathered and snow kicked up in an area about the size of a small store. It didn't just drift, it blasted, falling so quickly it gathered around their feet in at least an inch right away and then wind sprang up sweeping it around them blocking them from view to everything outside and making it very difficult to see within the space and if not careful the snow would enter the eyes, temporarily blinding. Ringer got her very own mini-blizzard. "Lay down thine weapons and leave this place," Her voice seemed to come from everywhere instead of becoming hard to hear like it might in a normal storm of this nature. But normal snow storms did not suddenly appear in the middle of July either.