It wasn't completely still, occasional lights would flash as cars drove by on the busier nearby street but it was slow enough to notice a person arriving and she turned her head to look at him as he came to an abrupt stop. Ahh yes, it had been some time since a mortal had fully appreciated what she was and she could see it overwhelm him for a moment, his awe made her smile.
He overcame it surprisingly quickly though he had to close his eyes to do so. Even more interesting. Few mortals would have realized closing their eyes might help. The glowing, shifting colors of her eyes and jewels tended to stun as much as she did. Mab turned, and walked toward him, fog flowing around her feet and hiding them from view. "I am known by many names, Mortal." It wasn't like she was particularly hiding what she was, and calling him mortal just struck it home. Her eyes drifted along his figure, taking in the strong build, rugged features and slightly feral quality to him. She could feel a magic coming off him that took her a few moments and the closeness to their territory to decide he was a wolf. One of those mortals cursed by the light of the full moon. "I am the Lady of Air and Darkness." She offered, stopping within touching distance of him and studying his face which appeared almost innocent when he wasn't glowering. The soft lines between his eyebrows where they are normally drawn together tell a different story than the innocent expression. Suspicion or anger are her best guesses at what may have caused such lines to appear. Human's faces are so telling. Lovely in their imperfections.
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He overcame it surprisingly quickly though he had to close his eyes to do so. Even more interesting. Few mortals would have realized closing their eyes might help. The glowing, shifting colors of her eyes and jewels tended to stun as much as she did. Mab turned, and walked toward him, fog flowing around her feet and hiding them from view. "I am known by many names, Mortal." It wasn't like she was particularly hiding what she was, and calling him mortal just struck it home. Her eyes drifted along his figure, taking in the strong build, rugged features and slightly feral quality to him. She could feel a magic coming off him that took her a few moments and the closeness to their territory to decide he was a wolf. One of those mortals cursed by the light of the full moon. "I am the Lady of Air and Darkness." She offered, stopping within touching distance of him and studying his face which appeared almost innocent when he wasn't glowering. The soft lines between his eyebrows where they are normally drawn together tell a different story than the innocent expression. Suspicion or anger are her best guesses at what may have caused such lines to appear. Human's faces are so telling. Lovely in their imperfections.
"And what is your name, wolfling?"