Her hand stayed raised though she did not follow him back, the rasp of his beard still a shadowy prickling sensation on her fingertips. So much power held inside this young man. It made her smile. Oh yes, he would be a wonderful tool if she could find a way to wield him. His instincts were clearly warring with his rational mind. It wasn't often one had to find a way to deal with the fae and unless you had experience it could be dangerous in so many ways.
His breaking contact with her eyes likely helped a little with his trouble thinking. The shifting colors could really do a number on someone caught in their snare without her even making any effort to ensnare at all. His voice is rough like the animal inside him when he speaks and she wonders if it is like that always or if it is just the struggle to come back to himself that makes it thus.
She finally turns her head, allowing her hand to fall back to her side and looks out across what she can see of the street, pools of light showing empty sidewalks. "You are correct." She agreed, a soft sigh of breath cooling the air again, keeping that low fog rolling away from her feet. "We are patient." Meaning they weren't like the wolves, they wouldn't go haring in and attacking at the heart of Daybreak's power. Though some of them might like to. It is more Mab's style to encroach slow and steady, glacial in her progress, inevitable.
"I understand some of your brethren will ally with us." Let's see if Mab can avoid making the wolves take that back. Sometimes she can freak people out.
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His breaking contact with her eyes likely helped a little with his trouble thinking. The shifting colors could really do a number on someone caught in their snare without her even making any effort to ensnare at all. His voice is rough like the animal inside him when he speaks and she wonders if it is like that always or if it is just the struggle to come back to himself that makes it thus.
She finally turns her head, allowing her hand to fall back to her side and looks out across what she can see of the street, pools of light showing empty sidewalks. "You are correct." She agreed, a soft sigh of breath cooling the air again, keeping that low fog rolling away from her feet. "We are patient." Meaning they weren't like the wolves, they wouldn't go haring in and attacking at the heart of Daybreak's power. Though some of them might like to. It is more Mab's style to encroach slow and steady, glacial in her progress, inevitable.
"I understand some of your brethren will ally with us." Let's see if Mab can avoid making the wolves take that back. Sometimes she can freak people out.