Mab was moving through the areas of London less open to the Fae and thus she looked almost entirely human, white hair piled up on her head in a bun, eyes green but no more abnormal than someone with colored contacts and clothes that would be expected inside any boardroom. She was a little more pale than normal, a little taller than most women but that aside no one would immediately peg her as inhuman unless they had the specific ability to do so. Mostly other Fae and very specific witches.
But that did not mean she did not feel it when another pale young woman brushed by her and a snap of electricity passed between them. Likely because both of them cooled the air naturally. Mab stopped and slowly turned, her eyes following the girl as she stepped into the coffee shop. The girl had power, Mab could feel it call to her. She did not feel fae but it brushed her own magic with a familiarity like a cousin. It took only a breath before her heels were clicking down the sidewalk in steady pursuit, pushing open the door and suddenly being assaulted by the smells of coffee.
It stopped her in her tracks and she titled her head a little taking in the heavy aroma that had hit her like a wall. She felt someone stop behind her and entered to keep them from touching her. Her own hands gloved in leather to protect against the metal bar of the door though even with that she only touched the glass. Fortunately the tables and chairs were wood, heavily scarred and well worn but sturdy.
She stepped toward the line, a few people back from the girl and pulled some money from a pocket, eyes scanning the lists and not knowing what any of it was. Which was annoying. Mab was not accustomed to not knowing things. She finally just settled for what the person in front of her ordered and took the whipcreamed concoction in the general direction the girl had drifted still looking at her phone.
She lets the girl finish before stopping next to her and asking, "Is this seat taken?" Gloved fingers curled around the back of the chair with the soft sound of giving only very expensive leather made.
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But that did not mean she did not feel it when another pale young woman brushed by her and a snap of electricity passed between them. Likely because both of them cooled the air naturally. Mab stopped and slowly turned, her eyes following the girl as she stepped into the coffee shop. The girl had power, Mab could feel it call to her. She did not feel fae but it brushed her own magic with a familiarity like a cousin. It took only a breath before her heels were clicking down the sidewalk in steady pursuit, pushing open the door and suddenly being assaulted by the smells of coffee.
It stopped her in her tracks and she titled her head a little taking in the heavy aroma that had hit her like a wall. She felt someone stop behind her and entered to keep them from touching her. Her own hands gloved in leather to protect against the metal bar of the door though even with that she only touched the glass. Fortunately the tables and chairs were wood, heavily scarred and well worn but sturdy.
She stepped toward the line, a few people back from the girl and pulled some money from a pocket, eyes scanning the lists and not knowing what any of it was. Which was annoying. Mab was not accustomed to not knowing things. She finally just settled for what the person in front of her ordered and took the whipcreamed concoction in the general direction the girl had drifted still looking at her phone.
She lets the girl finish before stopping next to her and asking, "Is this seat taken?" Gloved fingers curled around the back of the chair with the soft sound of giving only very expensive leather made.