The streets started out quiet that evening, but occasionally one would ice over with the black ice no one could see until they were slipping across it. Michê was glamoured to look like a typical human thug (though perhaps an outdated one with his bowler hat), not a nine foot tall pure white yeti and he lumbered behind Mab while Grimalkin slipped through shadows almost completely unseen other than the glow of his eyes occasionally.

Mab pulled darkness around them, making her quite hard to see and making it easier to throw up a glamour when necessary or broadcast an image in frozen water. Summer was finally giving way to Autumn though only just barely but her power was waxing now instead of waning. Frost danced around her occasionally but otherwise she was silent and patient.